Feature Writer: mypenname3000 /
Feature Title:  The Vampire’s Kiss 7 TO 9 /
Copyright: © 2015 by mypenname3000 /

Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Consensual, Romantic, NC, Hypnosis, Magic, Lesbian, Bisex, Paranormal, Vampires, Cuckold, Incest, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Orgy, Harem, Interracial, Oral, Anal,  Lactation, Clergy, Violence /

Synopsis: Damien and Abigail, a pair of vampire hunters, are at the center of a contest between Aurora, an angel, and a Jezebel, a demon /


The Vampire’s Kiss

Chapter 7: Angel’s Stained Passion

Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heaven’s pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust.

Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebel’s plans undone. She would not flinch in the pursuit of righteousness. She would use every tool at her disposal, including the vampire Damien. He had once been a good man, a vampire hunter until he and his wife Abigail ran afoul of Faust’s twisted machinations.

But Damien had to be reined in. Already he had turned one virgin into his thrall, a mortal gifted with enhanced physical attributes, and another girl into a vampire. She feared what he would do now that he had a taste of blood. She needed to hone him into her weapon and aim him at Faust.

She would throw him like a javelin at the vampire. He would kill Faust to rescue his wife and avenge their treatment.

Then Aurora would have a decision to make. If she could still harness Damien and keep his appetites under control, she could use him to hunt more vampires and the other denizens that lurk in the shadows and preyed upon mankind.

But not if he kept feasting on women. Even if he turned his victims into vampires, he still destroyed their lives and gave them only a shadowed unlife. Even poor Britney Lawson, his thrall, had her life irrevocably altered. She was tied to his energy. When he died, so would she.

In a way, she was already dead, just like Mary Daniels, his vampiress.

Aurora reached Chicago, tracking Damien’s trail. While she had been in Heaven receiving her punishment, he had moved from the small town of Pingree Grove to the city. It was a good sign. Faust and Damien’s captured wife were in the city. He was focused.

She reached a club, its dance music thudding into the dark night. Crowds of men and women, all reeking of sin and drugs, queued to get in and lose themselves to hedonism. Damien lurked on the second floor, in a loft apartment over the club. She circled the building unseen in the Ether and landed before the loft’s door.

“Aurora,” gasped Gideon, the angel that had assisted her. He still monitored Damien after she had been hauled into Heaven. “You’re wings.”

Her once white wings were stained with ash. She flared them as she glared at the angel. “Do not interfere, Gideon, I would hate to have to injure you.”

“Injure?” Angels could appear in a variety of forms limited only by their gender. Gideon adopted a scholarly appearance. The shock of her words caused his wire-rimmed glasses to slip down his nose. “Aurora, you wouldn’t.”

“I do what must be done for the good of the world,” I answered. “I am free of the rules. It is time to intervene.”

Gideon swallowed. “Your presences is disrupting the probability factors surrounding Damien’s mission. Right now, he is focused on killing Faust and rescuing his wife. Things are progressing mostly to your liking. No intervention is necessary.”

“Has he fed again? Has he increased his victims?” Aurora’s eyes seized his. “Well?”

Gideon swallowed. “Twice. He has a second thrall and turned another vampiress. They are inside going through the change. Other then them, Damien is alone.”

“Then more evil has been allowed to be perpetrated,” Aurora declared. “I will make sure Damien understands.”

Aurora stepped into the real world, manifesting without Heaven’s permission. It was wonderful to act under her own agency. She grasped the doorknob, twisted, and threw the door open. She stepped through into the loft and faced Damien.

Damien recognized her. He stood naked and powerful, his dark-brown hair giving him a dark, rugged, bad boy vibe. He had the body and face that women panted after. At his feet lay his newest victims, a light-skinned African-American and a gorgeous Hispanic. Blood scented the air.

“I tried to save you,” Aurora said as she strode across the loft, her head shaking at his victims. I will keep you from becoming a complete monster. “This has to stop. You can’t keep ruining women’s lives and making them yours. You need to find your purpose again.”

“Or you’ll kill me?” snarled Damien.

He lunged at Aurora.

The fallen angel had not anticipated Damien attacking. She had anticipated reaching through to Damien’s good heart. She had glimpsed it still even after the change. He did fight against his nature. Technically, he had avoided killing, though turning two women into vampiresses and another two into thralls skirted that edge.

“Wait,” she cried out before he crashed into her.

His weight bore them to the floor. Gray feathers rained in the air as he pinned her to the floor. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her. His strong fingers held her shoulders. Her large, naked breasts heaved beneath him, and she was all too aware of his cock pressing on her belly.

“Do you think you can stop me from killing Faust? I will not be easy prey for Heaven and the hunters. I will rescue my wife.”

“I’m here to help you,” Aurora snarled. She bucked her body and threw him over her head. She flapped her wings and popped up to her feet. She spun around. “You just need to control your dark appetites.”

Damien moved fast. He was a trained hunter, an expert fighter, and now he was enhanced with a vampire’s supernatural strength and reflexes. When she threw him, he let the momentum carry him into a roll. He came up and jumped at the wall. Aurora frowned until he twisted and planted his feet square on the wall.

He leaped and threw himself at her.

“Heaven’s light,” she gasped right before Damien crashed into her stomach. The air burst from Aurora’s lungs. She had manifested. She had a body so long as she walked the mortal world.

A body that could feel pain.

The force of his impact threw her back. She soared across the room and crashed into one of the loft’s support columns. It was solid concrete, rebounding her body. The plaster that covered the column cracked and fell with her to the ground.

“Damien,” she coughed as he rushed at her. “You do not want to do this. I am a warrior of light. A sword of Heaven. Purity blazes in me.”

Damien bared his fangs.

Aurora’s tool against the darkness was lost. He rushed at her, his face set. He would kill her. She summoned her sword. It flashed to life in her hand, but its pure blaze sputtered and flickered. She didn’t care. It was a weapon made of Heaven’s light. She lunged as she stood, thrusting the sword at his chest.

Damien twisted, and her blade rushed by him. He slipped past her weapon and into her guard.

“I will not be easy meat,” he growled and seized her right wrist. His other hand slammed into her throat. If she were human, her broken trachea would have seen her choking and dieing.

But her body was made of sterner substance—light.

She growled, anger seizing him. He had become evil. He was out of control. If he would not serve righteousness, then she would kill him. She formed a fist with her left hand and planted it hard into his stomach. The vampire grunted and staggered, his grip slipping on her throat and sword arm.

Aurora wrenched her sword arm free of his grasp and did a high kick, catching him in the guts right. He grunted and staggered back, giving her room to swing her sword. She hissed like an angry cat as her sputtering blade of light slashed at Damien.

He twisted and moved back. He held up his arms defensively, his feet spaced wide, moving on the balls of his feet. Ready to strike. He was coiled, his eyes moving. He sought a weapon to defend himself with.

Aurora wouldn’t give him the opportunity to reach a weapon. She sprang at him, her wings flapping behind her. She had been trained to fight with blade. Her attacks were quick and efficient. She did not leave herself open. Damien had no choice but to retreat before her onslaught, his eyes searching for any holes in her attacks he could exploit.

Aurora never gave him one as she kept swinging. “You should have let me talk,” she snarled. “I was here to help you.”

“Right,” Damien sneered. “An angel would help a vampire.”

“I want Faust dead. I want Jezebel’s plans foiled.” Her sword hissed as it arched through the air, trying to find Damien’s flesh.

She admired his skill as he retreated from her blade. He was the best of the Knights Venator. Look at him move know. What an instrument for Heaven he could have been if he had only kept his appetites in check.

But his skill and his undead state kept him from tiring. She drove him across the room. They moved in a circle. She could never quite pin him into a corner, and so long as he kept dancing back, she couldn’t get to him.

Not without leaving herself open to reprisal.

“Why did you harm those two women?” Aurora asked, an idea forming in her head.

“Because I could,” Damien smiled. He glanced at the two naked women. Both stirred, their changes almost complete. “I understand vampires now. Why they feed? I thought it was just hunger, and it is. But there is so much more to it than satiating something so … bestial. Blood is intoxicating. It’s life, and those women gave it to me. Willingly. The ultimate surrender to my dominance.”

“You lie,” she snarled and then swung her blade a hair too hard. It left herself open as she recovered.

Damien lunged in, reaching to grasp her arm. He forced Aurora to dance back before she could bring her sword up again. He halted his attack, retreating, waiting for his next opportunity. He had a hungry smile on his face. He was a lion stalking her, waiting for the moment to pounce.

Aurora couldn’t help the wicked thrill that went through her body. His dick was hard, his eyes dilated. The fighting aroused him. Her nipples hardened as she swung her blade at his flesh, and heat flushed her pussy.

Her body burned with life. Her blood pounded through her veins.

“I can smell your excitement, angel,” Damien grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do the stabbing? Put away that sword, and I’ll take care of your hot cunt.”

“You are filthy,” she snarled, freeing her passions. She let herself attack wildly, her sword flailing. “I would never sleep with a vile creature like you.”

“Are you so sure?” Damien laughed. “Aren’t you curious why those two women surrendered to me? They let me drain them. They begged for it. They were willing and offered themselves up to be fed upon. Don’t you want to do the same? Don’t you want to experience the ecstasy of my bite?”

“No,” Aurora snarled. “I will end your perfidy.”

“I can smell your blood. It’s as sweet as your cunt.”

The angel’s pussy clenched. Flashes of lying beneath him, his cock plunging through her pussy, shot through her mind. She couldn’t deny his raw magnetism. Abigail, his wife, had enjoyed Damien’s primal strength many times. Aurora had witnessed their shared passion.

She pictured herself in place of Abigail.

“You’re getting wetter,” Damien grinned. “I can smell it. I can see the beads of dew adorning your bare pussy lips. Put away your sword and surrender to me.”

“I will never be your whore!”Aurora screamed, putting all her passion into her attack as she feinted with a hard, overhand swing.

To Damien, it would look like she had over committed to her attack. He danced to the right to let her blade swipe past him. Then he lunged in, expecting her to be off-balance. Swinging too hard was a danger in sword fighting. You had to stay in control at all times.

And Aurora was still in control. Damien’s words did not effect her.

She pivoted and lunged. The blade of her sword, burning with Heaven’s purity and therefore anathema to a vampire, slammed through Damien’s belly. “I’ll just kill Faust without you,” Aurora hissed as the sputtering light of her sword blazed brighter, strobing through the loft. “And I’ll make sure to put Abigail out of her misery.”


You have to kill him, the demon Jezebel whispered from Father Augustine’s soul. She had corrupted the priest and possessed him. Her dark powers had flooded through him, banishing the holy. It’s the only way to save Mary and Britney. Kill him, and they’ll be yours.

Father Augustine shuddered in the D’Angelos’ living room as he listened to the demon. The priest had been yoked by his desires. For three decades, Father Augustine had denied himself the pleasures of the flesh. All while he had lusted after the nubile creatures that swept through his small church. When he wasn’t aiding Damien and Abigail D’Angelo on their vampire hunts, he was fighting off the desires inflamed by the women of his parish.

In confession, he heard their sins, their wanton acts of debauchery. Even the married women had their affairs. He ached to enjoy them, to make the women satiate the lusts they stirred in his loins. He wanted to fuck them.

To degrade them.

Now, thanks to Jezebel’s intervention and possession, he had yoked two whores to his will. And the good father yearned for a third.

You have enough communion left to make Mrs. Lawson yours, Jezebel cooed, her soul trembling in delight. She felt the Father’s pleasure and experienced his bliss when he buried his cock into his whores’ flesh. Then together you shall find her wayward daughter Britney.

Father Augustine’s back straightened. His dick was hard beneath is black cassock, yearning to feel the married woman’s lusts. Her husband was out searching for their eighteen-year-old daughter who had fallen into Damien and Abigail’s hands.

Yes, yes, you have to kill them. They’re vampires now, purred Jezebel. They’ve gone to Chicago.

The demon needed Damien dead. She had a pact with Faust, an agreement to protect the vampire from Heaven’s servants. It was clear Heaven sought to use Damien to kill Faust. In the last few hours, her certainty had grown. Jezebel could feel it through the Ether. The priest would be her agent, an unholy shaman who would dispatch Damien without Faust even knowing he was in danger.

Go and seduce the MILF, purred Jezebel. She is weak. A whorish woman. Remind her of her affair. Remind her that she is a slut like every other woman.

The priest’s grin grew as his dick throbbed harder. He swept out of the blood-filled house of the D’Angelos to head next door.


Father Hyrum Augustine’s dick ache despite the blood in the air.

The coppery reek permeated the house. The violence and unholy lusts that had been committed in the house would forever stain it. His heart beat faster as he listened to the feminine voice. She whispered such sweet advice.

Donna Lawson was a MILF begging to be fucked hard. Her body was wasted on her boring husband. She inspired such lusts in the priests. Lusts only her married cunt could satisfy. Her blonde, busty beauty burned through his face. She was a mature flower, her body kept lean by exercise. And those lips. Red. Lush. Cock-sucking lips.

The priest marched out of the D’Angelos house with purpose.

“Father,” Joy called from the gray church van parked between the D’Angelos’ and Lawsons’ residences. The blonde was the first of Father Augustine’s holy warriors. She had drank his communion and been bound to him, gifted powers. Father Augustine didn’t know what those powers were, but he was certain Joy would manifest them at the right time. “What is going on?”

“The darkness has claimed my friends,” he answered, “and twisted them into vampires. This is why you were chosen. Fetch the communion cup. It is time to transform a third whore into something holy.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy said, a big smile on her youthful face.

Joy and Samantha, a brunette with a pair of sexy glasses on her face, stepped out. Samantha had thought she was innocent, but Father Augustine had shown the bride-to-be that she was truly a whore. But he had saved her, too, and given her holy purpose.

The two young women followed Father Augustine into the Lawson’s house. Just inside, a portrait of the family hung on the wall. Britney Lawson looked as scrumptious as her mother Donna, a younger, sweeter version of the ripe peach the priest would eat tonight. Donna’s husband, Tony, was a weak man, overweight and with a soft smile on his lips. An infant was cradled in Donna’s arms.

“Father Augustine,” Donna said. She sat on her couch, her hands crossed before her, and tears stained her cheeks. “You have to help me find Britney. This isn’t like her. She doesn’t stay out late. I know she’s eighteen, but not for long. Please.”

Father Augustine cupped Donna’s chin and lifted her eyes. “I will help you, Donna,” he said, stroking her cheek and wiping away her tears, “but you must embrace my teachings. You must abandon your whorish ways and become a holy warrior to face the darkness that has claimed your daughter.”

“Darkness?” She swallowed. “Holy warrior? What are you talking about, Father? My daughter’s missing, and you want to preach about sin?”

He tightened his grip on her chin. Energy tingled out of him into her skin. “Woman, your daughter has been taken by a vampire. When I speak of holiness and darkness, these are forces that every day clash around us. This is not preaching.” He bore into Donna’s eyes. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

She senses my power. I bet her pussy’s getting wet, the whore. Women are always sluts for power.

“If you want to see your daughter rescued, you must abandon your whorish ways and embrace the holy,” Father Augustine growled. “Do you understand me?”

“I’m not a whore,” she protested. “I’m a married woman.”

“Who had an affair,” growled Father Augustine. “Does your husband know Ryan isn’t his son?” She froze. “Please, that was a mistake. I ended it. I want to put that in my past. I was weak, Father.”

“Yes, you were weak. You are weak. You are a woman, slave to that hot, wet hole between your thighs.” He ran his thumb over her lips. They were wet. He pulled her lush lips apart and pushed his thumb inside. “You are a whore, but I shall redeem you with my communion.”

Donna trembled. Her lips were wrapped tight about his thumb. Something kindled in her eyes. His touch aroused her. Another whore, unable to control herself. The way she sucks on my thumb. She wants my cock. She yearns to feel it in her mouth and drink my seed.

The slut.

“Look at you,” Father Augustine growled. “You can’t help yourself. You’re sucking on my thumb like it were a cock. You want my cock, don’t you? You want to suck it. You’ve made me so hard with your whorish ways.”

“She’s a slut, Father,” Joy said. “Just like we were.”

“Mrs. Lawson,” Samantha purred, “embrace his holy teachings. He will cleanse you and make you pure. He did it to us.”

“Just surrender to me and I will save your daughter and purify your whorish soul.”

She sucked harder on his thumb. Her tongue brushed it, circling it. His cock throbbed, eager to feel her warmth. Donna’s cheeks blossomed with color. She let out a moan. A whore’s moan. She is a wanton slattern. She tempts me.

And she claims to be a pure, married woman.

Father Augustine pulled his thumb from her lips. “Do it. Take out what you truly desire and suck like the whore you are. Satiate your lusts.”

“Father, I…” She licked her lips. “I don’t know what is going on. I shouldn’t … my daughter is missing … but…” Her hand trembled as she reached out and squeezed his bulge through his cassock. “I can’t … fight this. I … I am a whore. It’s like my body has betrayed me. I’m so wet. So hot. Father, please forgive me.”

Her hands pulled up his cassock. She licked her lips, her blue eyes lidded with her passion. For a moment, Father Augustine imagined her youthful daughter kneeling beside her mother, eager to suck his cock with Donna.

“I am a whore. What is wrong with me, Father?”

“Just surrender to me,” he told her. “Surrender and I shall save your daughter. You shall be my holy warrior. I shall channel your lusts into something pure.”

“Yes,” She panted as she lifted up his cassock and exposed his dick. He wore no underwear beneath. It flopped out, thick and throbbing. “Oh, yes, it is so much thicker than my husband’s. I need to suck it.”

Donna Lawson swallowed the priest’s cock.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Satiate your lusts.”

“What a whore,” Joy moaned as she clutched the communion chalice filled with a mix of the priest’s cum and Samantha’s virgin pussy juices.

Father Augustine groaned as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. Her lips sealed tight. So red about his shaft. She bobbed her mouth while her tongue swirled around his sensitive cock. She was skilled. His balls already throbbed.

She needs to teach Joy and Samantha how to truly suck my cock.

“That’s it, whore,” growled Father Augustine, his balls aching.

The MILF’s hands found his balls, massaging them as she bobbed more and more of her mouth down his cock. His dick’s tip rubbed along the roof of her mouth and brushed the back of her throat. The pleasure raced up his dick.

He groaned and ran his hand through her blonde hair. She sucked louder. He loved the wet sounds as she worshiped his cock. She couldn’t help it. Her lusts had consumed her. Donna’s blue eyes burned with them as she stared up at the priest.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had to attend to her husband. The last thing he needed was for John Lawson to interfere. He struggled to concentrate—Donna’s mouth sucked so hard—as he scrolled through the address book. He had most of his parishioners numbers saved.

Father Augustine found it and dialed.

The phone rang while Donna worked her mouth down his dick. The tip pressed into the back of her throat. The Father’s eyes widened as John picked up. “Father Augustine?” There was a hint of panic in the man’s voice. “Have you found Britney?”

It took a moment for the Father to responded. John’s wife had deep-throated the priest’s cock. Her throat constricted about the end of his cock, massaging it. His balls boiled over. Sweat beaded on the priest’s forehead.

“Your wife and I … will find her,” gasped the priest. His voice throbbed with power. “We will be very diligent. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest continued. “Your wife has been chosen. Even know she prepares to purified by her new communion.”

“Okay,” John said.

“She is no longer yours, but mine,” growled the priest.

Donna moaned about his dick. Her passion humming about his dick. The priest shuddered as the whorish MILF pleasured him. She knew whom he talked to. He could see it in her eyes. It spurred her to please the priest more.

“Yours, Father? I don’t understand.”

“Your wife has taken vows,” groaned the priest. “Holy vows.”

“Like a nun?”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as Donna slid her mouth back up his dick, sucking the entire way. She was eager for his cum to spurt into her mouth. She hungered for it. “Like a nun. You need to come home and take care of your son.”

“Okay,” the weak-willed man said. “I trust you, Father.”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as his cum exploded from his cock. Donna moaned as she drank down blast after blast of the priest’s jizz that spilled into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, eager for every drop of the priest’s cum. “Hallelujah, your wife has drunk my seed and is ready for her communion.”

“Seed, Father?” asked John. “What are you—”

The priest hung up, his body buzzing with pleasure. Donna licked her lips as she stared up at him. Her eyes were lidded with passion. She was ready for the communion. Without being asked, Joy stepped up. She held the goblet to Donna’s mouth.

“This is my body,” the priest panted as Joy pressed the cup to Donna’s lips. “This is my blood. This is my essence mixed.” Joy tilted the cup and Donna drank the last of the holy communion. “Eat and drink this in remembrance of my authority.”

Donna shuddered and black sparks rippled across her body. A lasting connection sprang between Father Augustine and the MILF. The feminine voice purred in delight from the priest’s soul. Donna gasped, then her voice cut off as both Joy and Samantha kissed their sister-warrior, their tongues swiping.

The sight stirred Father Augustine’s lusts. “Joy, you will drive us to Chicago while Donna satiates the lusts you three have churned in my body.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy smiled.

Donna smiled. “And how will I satiate you, Father?”

“How do you think?”

“With my wet, hot hole,” she moaned. “My cunt.”

“We should go before your husband arrives. The last thing we need is to hear his blubbering.”

Donna nodded and rose, her nipples tenting the front of her halter top. They were fat and hard. Father Augustine squeezed her breasts through her clothing. They were his. Donna shuddered and moaned. He pushed her clothing down, exposing her pink nipple. He pinched it and led her out of the house to the van.

The MILF shuddered as she trailed after the priest. Her pupils were dilated and her hips shifted in the tight shorts she wore. Father Augustine glanced down at her gorgeous legs, sleek and tan, and so firm. He couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped about his body.

Joy reached the van and started it up while Samantha threw open the sliding, side door, revealing the back of the van strewn with weapons and other equipment to kill vampires. Crossbows, white oak quarrels, shotgun shells full of salt, ampoules of holy water, and silver coated machete filled the van.

“Oh, my,” Donna gasped as she looked around. “We are going to fight evil.”

“Yes, we are,” groaned the Priest, his dick aching. He slammed the door shut behind them. “Strip me.”

“Yes, Father,” Donna and Samantha purred in unison.

Joy pulled the van from the curb as the Father’s two sluts pulled up the hem of his cassock. It didn’t take long to strip the priest when he wore nothing beneath his vestments. His body was firm and strong beneath. He kept in shape to aide his hunters. While he never ventured into a vampire’s nest on hunts with the D’Angelos, he had been prepared to.

“Now strip each other,” the priest grinned.

The two women turned to each other. Donna licked her lips while Samantha had a gentle smile. Samantha reached out and seized the hem of Donna’s halter top, peeling it over her head. Her breasts were held by a low-cut demi bra. The priest had pulled her right breast out of the cup, but the left was still contained. Barely.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Donna?” Samantha asked. “Or did you manage to fight that whorish desire?”

“I fought it.” Donna licked her lips as Samantha unclasped her bra and spilled out the MILF’s heavy tits.

“Now you don’t have to,” purred Samantha as she clutched both of Donna’s heavy breasts. “Neither of us do. We are holy sisters now. Me, you, and Joy. We are united by Father Augustine’s holy communion. So this is not a sin.”

Donna moaned as Samantha leaned over and sucked on the fat, pink nub. Father Augustine stroked his cock, not fast. He savored the lesbian sight playing out before him. Samantha’s glasses slipped down her nose as she sucked and nibbled. Her hands slid down Donna’s flat stomach to her shorts.

A snap echoed through the van. Donna’s shorts came undone. Samantha’s hands pushed them off Donna’s hips while the younger woman kept sucking at Donna’s nipple. The MILF moaned and stroked Samantha’s brown hair.

“This is … wonderful,” Donna gasped in awe. “She’s so gentle. Oh, yes. Mmm, I love your lips.”

Donna was left in only her skimpy, light-yellow panties. Her legs spread as Samantha rubbed between Donna’s thighs. The gusset of her panties grew wet. Father Augustine licked his lips as he stroked himself a little faster, the pleasure spilling through his body.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha slid off her panties, “can she… ?”

“Eat your whorish cunt?” growled the Priest. “Yes.”

“Mmm, I would love to,” moaned Samantha. She pushed up her glasses before she lowered her face between Donna’s thighs.

Donna leaned back. Her large breasts shook and jiggled as she laid out on the back of the van. When the vehicle hit a little bump, the movement translated through her heavy tits and they shook like jello. Though no jello was so sweet to gaze upon.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha took her first, loving lick through Donna’s pussy. Samantha’s lips were pressed into the golden hairs of Donna’s bush. The young woman licked and nuzzled, eager to please her new sister and her priest. Father Augustine savored the sight of his submissive women pleasuring each other for his amusement.

“That’s it, lick her whorish cunt. Donna needs to cum on your lips. She needs to be wet and ready to receive my cock.”

“Yes.” Donna’s eyes squeezed shut. She let out a low moan and humped her hips into Samantha’s eager, licking tongue. “She’s so amazing, Father. Oh, yes. I never had a man do this to me. I had heard. It’s so wonderful.”

“Cherish the gift. Use me and your holy sisters to keep from sinning and tempting men with your whorish body. You have been purified and you must remain that way.”

“Yes, yes, pure,” she moaned. “So pure. Mmm, eat my cunt. Yes, yes. So good. Keep licking with your tongue. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing.”

Father Augustine reached out with his free hand and pinched the MILF’s nipple. She bucked and gasped, her eyes widening as he twisted. “Are you enjoying her tongue, whore?”

“So much, Father. I love it. I’m going to cum. Oh, yes, I love cumming. And now I don’t have to feel guilty.”

“No. Let yourself satiate your whorish lusts.”

Donna’s face contorted. Her back arched and her tits jiggled. She let out a long, low moan as her body thrashed. Her orgasm burst through her. Samantha licked harder, gathering up the MILF’s naughty juices.

“Hallelujah,” groaned Father Augustine. “Satiate yourself on Samantha’s slutty lips. Let her pleasure you. She’ll drink down all your juices.”

“She is, Father,” gasped Donna. She bucked again. “Oh, Lord, I’m cumming. I can’t stop. It’s wonderful. Her tongue is so wicked. She keeps licking me and pleasing me. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, yes.”

“Move to the side, slut,” Father Augustine growled. He could no longer contain himself. He had to satiate the lusts the two whores stirred in him.

Samantha moved, her lips and chin stained with Donna’s excitement. Father Augustine settled between Donna’s thighs. The MILF, still trembling, reached down and grasped the priest’s cock. She guided him to her hungry, wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Father,” gasped the MILF.

“Fuck her,” moaned Samantha. “She needs more. I couldn’t get rid of all her whorish lusts.” Donna rubbed the priest’s dick against her dripping flesh. Her fat labia pressed around his dick and then he popped into her depths. He thrust forward, burying into the married whore’s cunt. She gasped and clenched down on him, embracing him with her warm silk.

“Father Augustine!” Donna moaned in delight.

“Yes, fuck her, Father,” panted Samantha as she ripped off her dress. She was naked beneath, the dark-brown curls adorning her pubic mound dripping with her excitement. She straddled Donna’s face. “Pleasure me, holy sister, my lusts are consuming me. I need them relieved.”

“Yes,” purred Donna with a greedy hunger.

The MILF’s pussy clenched on Father Augustine’s cock as she pulled Samantha down. The younger woman’s eyes widened behind her glasses as Donna took her first lick of a woman’s cunt. She moaned, loving it, and licked again.

“Devour her,” growled Father Augustine. He fucked the MILF harder, his balls slapping into her flesh as he savored her hot depths. “And pleasure me. Make me cum. I will flood your whorish cunt.”

“Yes,” moaned Donna, her voice muffled by Samantha’s pussy.

Samantha was in heaven. Her round breasts jiggled before Father Augustine as she rode Donna’s mouth. The priest leaned over, sucking on Samantha’s small nipple. She squealed in delight and grasped his shoulders. Her grip was strong as she squeezed.

“Yes, yes. Eat my pussy, Donna. Satiate my sinful body. Mmm, yes. I love your tongue. You’re doing so good. I hope you love the taste of my pussy. I loved yours. It was delicious.”

Donna answered with a moan.

Father Augustine sucked hard on Samantha’s small nipple. Then he nipped her flesh. He kept fucking Donna, savoring her tight, wet sheath. It gripped his cock. His flesh ached in her depths. He drew back and thrust faster, pounding her, eager to explode into her hot depths and hear her scream out in bliss.

His balls boiled over. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on his flesh, massaging his cock. Every stroke through her silky flesh increased the pressure in his balls. He sucked harder on Samantha’s nipple as he neared his orgasm.

“Donna, yes, right there,” gasped Samantha. Her fingernails bit into the priest’s shoulders. “That’s what I need. Oh, yes, oh, wow. I’m going to cum so hard on you. Yes, yes, yes.”

The slut bucked and shuddered as her orgasm exploded through her body. Donna drank down the juices that flooded out of Samantha. Father Augustine released her nipple and watched his slut’s face contort with pleasure. Her glasses slipped off her nose, threatening to fall off as she threw back her head and screamed.

Donna’s pussy spasmed on the priest’s cock. The MILF’s orgasm rippled through her pussy. His dick ached in her depths. She wanted his cum, and the priest was more than happy to give it to the slut. He drew back and slammed into her depths, grunting as he exploded.

His cum pulsed from his dick. Every blast sent pleasure shuddering through him. The feminine voice that whispered in his soul cried out her bliss, experiencing it with him. He savored cumming in a married woman’s pussy.

I have stolen her from her husband. Father Augustine smiled as the thought sank through the fuzzy haze of bliss on his mind.

“Father,” Joy asked. “Where are we going in Chicago?”

Damien will try to kill Faust. He must be protected. “Faust Tower.”

“Yes, Father.”

Samantha sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning him as he relaxed. He stroked the slut’s hair and closed his eyes. He had to prepare himself to kill Damien and Abigail. He had worked with them for a decade. They were the closest thing to a family the priest had.

But now they had to be destroyed.


Abigail seethed as she was used by the humans. For hours they had fucked her. Their filthy seed dripped out of her ass and cunt. Their jizz painted her face and hair. More dripped from her body, slowly drying on her skin.

She couldn’t do anything but act like a dog for them. A bitch for the rich elite of Chicago to fuck for the amusement of her Sire. And Faust hadn’t even stayed around to watch all of her humiliation. He had left hours ago. That was part of the punishment.

Her Sire cared so little he couldn’t even be bothered to watch.

A doggy bowl swimming with cum was plopped before her. “A contribution from the staff,” laughed a woman with a shrill voice. “They were all so eager to see you fed, slut.”

A foot clad in stiletto heels shoved Abigail’s head into the swimming bowl of cum. There had to be dozens and dozens of men’s jizz to fill the bowl so deep. The cum filled her mouth as the sharp point of the heel pressed her face in deep.

If she were human, she would have drowned.

Anger burned through Abigail. She wanted to rip out the cunt’s throat that ground her face into the bowl of cum. But she had her orders from her Sire. She couldn’t harm anyone or even feed off of them. She had to obey.

She swallowed, drinking up the cum. The salty jizz flooded down her throat. Her pussy burned and she moaned into the jizz when a cock entered her, fucking her hard from behind. The humiliation only made her burn hotter.

I am a slut. Sire was right.

Why are you putting up with this? a familiar voice demanded from Abigail’s soul.

The world vanished as the voice yanked Abigail down into darkness. Chains clinked about Abigail, binding the vampiress to her Sire’s will. She hung in a void. Another Abigail floated before her, free and wild. Abigail envied the way Dream-Abigail looked. Her red hair was wild and fiery, her fangs sharp, her body strong, eager to hunt.

“Why are you letting these humans debase us?” Dream-Abigail demanded, seizing the real Abigail. “Because these are Sire’s commands.”

Dream-Abigail seized the chains. She pulled at them, trying to undo them. But not even the wild and free Dream-Abigail had the strength. Abigail only smiled. Serving Faust was her purpose in life. He had created her.

“That motherfucker!” raged Dream-Abigail. “I’ll tear him apart for what he did.”

“Sire?” Abigail gasped in shock. “You can’t.”

Dream-Abigail embraced the real one. Their breasts pressed together. Heat burned in Abigail’s pussy. Dream-Abigail kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue into the real Abigail’s mouth. Abigail sighed into her doppelganger’s kiss.

I will break free, Dream-Abigail screamed in Abigail’s thoughts. Then we shall avenge our husband’s murder.


Damien D’Angelo was surprised to be alive. The angel’s sword had rammed right through his guts. The light of her blade pulsed and flickered. It should be attacking him. Purity was anathema to a vampire, and nothing should have been more pure than heavenly light.

The angel’s golden eyes widened in shock as she stared at her blade rammed through his guts. It even went out his back. It hurt. A stabbing, agonizing pain that only made Damien’s cock harder. His blood scented the air, spilling about her blade.

“I don’t think you’re so pure anymore, angel,” Damien grinned as he pulled himself up the blade. It slid through his guts. Hot rapture shuddered through him. He seized her shoulders and took a second step. “Is it your lusts? Has your wet, hot, angelic cunt poisoned you with filthy desires? I can see it in your eyes and smell it from your cunt. You want to fuck me.”

“You are twisted, Damien,” she hissed.

Damien took the final step, groaning in ecstatic agony. His cock brushed her smooth pubic mound, throbbing as it slid up her flesh to rest against her stomach. Her breasts and hard nipples pressed against Damien’s chest. The vampire held the angel in his embrace. One of his hands slid down to squeeze her ass.

“That’s what makes you so wet, Angel,” he grinned, his fangs out. “I can hear your heart thudding with excitement. And I know you can smell that sweet cunt dripping juices down your thighs. You smell as delicious as your blood.” Damien leaned forward. She tried to pull back, but he held her tight.

His lips met hers.

The angel’s eyes closed. She moaned into the kiss. Her sword twisted through his guts. His dick throbbed even harder pressed against her flesh. Damien undulated his hips, ignoring the sword cutting more of his flesh, and allowed his cock to pop between her sleek thighs. He pressed his shaft against the hot, dripping flesh of her cunt.

Damien broke the kiss. Her lower limp trembled. One hand groped her ass, but the other moved up to caress her cheek. “What’s your name, Angel?”

“Why do you care?” she demanded, arching her neck, almost inviting Damien to drink from her blood. Her nipples were hard points in his flesh. She quivered.

“Because your gorgeous,” Damien grinned. “Because I want you to be mine, Angel. You’re corrupt and soiled like me. Embrace it. Feel my cock on your pussy. Imagine it in you.”

“Aurora,” she moaned as she shuddered. Her thighs shifted, sliding her hot pussy on his cock. “You think you can claim me?”

“I have.” Damien didn’t fake his confidence. “That’s why you’re grinding that hot snatch on my cock. You want this. You are tired of being good. That’s why you burst in here with your righteous anger. You’ve broken the rules. That’s what’s soiled you.”

“The rules allow evil to triumph,” she spat. “Evil like Faust.”

Damien snarled. The memory of the vampire soiling Damien’s wife over and over while he was bound helpless to the wall burst through him. “Faust will die. We’ll kill him. Me, you, and Abigail. Unless you want to keep thrusting your sword through me. I kinda like it.”

“You are disgusting,” Aurora hissed. Her sword vanished. She stared into his eyes as she tremble, d her body on the verge of lashing out. The angel seized his face and pulled him down to her lips. Her ash wings flared behind her as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She undulated faster, grinding her hot flesh on his dick. Her juices coated him. Aurora broke the kiss, her lips so red. “And so am I. We’ll kill Faust.”

Damien pulled Aurora down to the floor as they kissed. He didn’t mount her. He wanted the angel’s complete submission. He stretched out on the hard floor. The beating of the dance music vibrated through the wood into his back. Below, the scent of a hundred or more humans seeking to rut filled his nose.

Aurora straddled him, her pussy grinding on his cock while her large tits thrust forward. Damien licked his lips. His fangs ached to sink into her neck. He wanted to taste angelic blood while he fucked her heavenly cunt.

“Fuck me, angel slut,” Damien growled. “Grab my cock and place it into that hot snatch. Sink down on my cock and ride me. Satiate your lusts.”

Aurora rose on her sleek thighs. She grasped his dick and guided it to her pussy. She moaned in delight as she rubbed it against her hot flesh. His enhanced senses felt every fold and silky crevasse of her pussy slide along his dick.

Then she sank down on it.

“Heavenly light, yes,” gasped Aurora. Her wings flapped hard as she slid her pussy up and down his cock. Her hot flesh gripped him tight. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered. She thrust them forward, inviting him to seize them. “What a cock.”

Damien grasped her perfect tits. He squeezed her pillowy flesh in his hands. His fingers sank in tight. Her pussy clenched and she let out a shuddering moan. He moved his fingers to her nipples, pinching them, stretching them. Hurting her.

The angel slut loved it.

“Mmm, play with my tits,” she groaned as her hips writhed. “Show me how to be wicked. Damien, your cock is wonderful. Oh, Lord, that’s good.”

Damien smiled at her blasphemy. Her pussy rippled as she savored the words. Her golden eyes lit up. She licked her lips and leaned forward. Her silver hair fell about her face as she slid her pussy faster and faster up and down his cock.

“Worship my cock with your cunt, angel slut,” groaned Damien. “Let me feel that snatch cum on my cock. Lord, you have a great pussy.”

“Angelic?” she purred.

“Fuck, yes.”

Aurora leaned over farther, dangling her tits over his lips. He could reach up and bite them, drink her blood, but he wanted to drink from her neck. She rocked on him, her head tossing and her golden eyes fluttering. Her ivory neck beckoned.

“Lord, that’s good,” she moaned. “Lord, God, Lord, I love this cock. Oh, yes. Lord, I’m going to cum on this cock.”

“Keep blaspheming, slut.”

“Yes,” she purred. “Lord, I love your cock. It’s so big, Lord. It stretches my pussy. God, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” panted Damien. Her pussy was so tight on his dick. She was heaven as she slid her wet cunt up and down his shaft. He shuddered beneath her, eager to spill his load into her hot flesh.

But he held off. He wanted to experience all her delights when he came.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” the angel cried out. Her wings flapped hard, swirling wind around the studio. Her moans were so sweet. Her pussy so hot. She slammed down his cock. “Lord, I’m cumming!”

Her pussy spasmed about his dick. She moaned and gasped, falling forward onto his chest. Her pillowy tits rubbed against his hard muscles. Her nipples caressed him as she spasmed and writhed on his cock. Damien gripped her ass, sliding her cunt up and down his dick as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” she moaned, turning her head and presenting her neck. “Take me, Damien.

Damien didn’t hesitate. She had surrendered. She was his now. His angel slut.

Aurora’s cunt tightened hard on Damien’s cock when he sank his teeth into her neck. She let out a moan of pure, orgasmic delight. She spasmed harder on him as another climax rocked her body. Her wings flapped harder as her blood pumped into his mouth.

Damien’s dick erupted. Her blood was so sweet. So delicious. He had never tasted its like. As he drank, he knew he had corrupted something that had once been so pure. She was only slightly stained before Damien claimed her, but with every pump of her heart, she spilled more of her blood into his mouth and she became more and more soiled.

“Lord, yes,” she screamed as her pussy milked his cumming cock.

Aurora’s blood flowed through Damien. His jaw locked. He couldn’t let go. Every time he drank her blood, his cock erupted. She gave it to him. He drank her blood, imbibing it and growing stronger. His fingernails dug into the meat of her ass as he fucked her up and down his cock.

He kept cumming.

The blood and Damien’s orgasms carried him higher and higher. He trembled as the pleasure exploded from his loins. It washed through him with powerful bliss. The ecstasy lifted him up. The music thudding from below vanished. Aurora’s heaving body fled. Only her constricting pussy milking his cock and her sweet blood remained to his senses.

Damien saw beyond this moment. He connected with something vast and ancient. It was the last ties Aurora had to Heaven. She had been an agent of Heaven, blessed with foresight of events. Gifted to know how her actions might play out and affect her targets.

She had three targets: Faust, Abigail, and Damien.

Damien ignored Faust and himself, focusing on Abigail. She knelt in a room. Her body dripped with cum. She had been used, violated, forced to be a whimpering, simpering, defanged vampiress for the amusement of humans.

For a single, clarifying moment, Damien knew exactly where his wife was.

He crashed back into his orgasming body. He released Aurora’s neck, drinking down the last of her blood as the Angel bucked and heaved above him. She rose, her wings flapping hard as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

Aurora’s wings were crimson. Stained.

“Damien, what did you do to me?” moaned Aurora. She glanced at her wings, her eyes wide with shock and horror.

“Claimed your submission,” the vampire grinned. “And you are going to help me save Abigail.” Anger boiled through him. “Right the fuck now.”

Aurora’s pussy spasmed a final time on his cock. “Yes … Sir.” Her wings fluttered as she savored the word. “Let’s save your wife, Sir.”


Chapter 8: Unholy Hungers

“Wow, I’m surprised at the talent at Walmart at three in the morning,” Mary said as she strolled in front of the shopping cart.

“Talent?” Britney Kingston asked her best friend and sort of mistress. Britney was only a thrall to Damien while Mary was one of his vampiresses.

“Look at him,” Mary purred, licking her red lips. “Wouldn’t you like to writhe beneath him and taste his blood.”

Britney cast her gaze in the direction Mary looked. A handsome man strolled by pushing a blue shopping cart. He was muscular and strong, his skin tanned bronze, his face chiseled. Britney shook her head. She felt nothing for the man. Yesterday, before Damien had drunk her blood and turned her into a thrall, she would have panted after the man.

“Master is all the man I need,” Britney answered. “He doesn’t want to share me. Or you.”

“Sire never told me that,” Mary shrugged as she strolled along. She was young, eighteen like Britney, and moved with a sensual grace. Britney and Mary had been friends for many years. “How do you know?”

“I just … know,” Britney shrugged. “I feel things, his wants and needs, you know that. Now we need to hurry. If we hadn’t gotten lost, we would have already been done. The sun rises in two hours.”

“Summer sucks,” Mary sighed, then she giggled. “I can’t believe I said that. I used to worship summer. It was my season. I could show all the flesh I wanted and it wasn’t too inappropriate. Mmm, wearing a bikini poolside, all the boys panting after me. I guess I’ll be pale for the rest of my life.”

“Well, you would get one amazing tan before the sun killed you. I, however, will get all the tanning you’ll miss.” Britney stuck out her tongue at her friend.

“I should bite your tongue off.”

Britney knew it was a serious threat. Mary could easily do it. “But then I wouldn’t be able to lick your pussy.”

Mary laughed and moved to her friend. “Oh, you little slut. You are right.” She grabbed Britney’s ass. “I should take you into the bathroom and make you eat my cunt. I’m getting so wet. You can eat my cunt, then I’ll suck your breast milk and drink your blood.”

“Sunrise,” Britney reminded the vampiress, though her pussy shuddered. “We need black paint, black curtains, and mattresses. Now move your cute, undead butt and help me get it.”

“Fine,” Mary said. “There’s the heavy curtains. I’ll go grab one.” She turned and streaked in a blur across the store, appearing in a heartbeat by the black curtains.

Britney’s eyes widened.

“Did I just do that?” Mary asked, turning around. She seized the curtain then moved back, leaving a motion blur behind. Britney yelped, realizing Mary stood before her. “Holy shit, I’m like the Flash.”

“I guess we’ve discovered your vampiric ability.” Britney gave Mary a quick kiss. “Master has telekinesis and you have super speed. I wonder what Rosa will get?”

Mary shuddered, looking around. The store was surprisingly busy given the hour. “I just want to race around in circles. I can move so fast. It’s awesome, Britney.”

“Well, don’t be seen getting the paint,” Britney grinned. “Master will not be happy if you draw attention.”

“I will be moving to fast to be seen,” laughed Mary.


Aurora the Corrupted Angel shuddered as Damien, her vampiric master, pulled his cock out of her. Her fall into sin had been swift and unexpected, a dagger plunging into the back. But it didn’t matter. She had found the instrument to rid the world of true evil—her owner.

What did it matter if her wings were stained crimson?

Below, the primal music of the dance club shuddered through the floor. The revelers of Risqué oozed sexuality. It brimmed in the air. Aurora’s red wings spasmed as their sexual energy wafted to her. She licked her lips, eager to feed. Not on blood, but the most primal energy of all—cum.

The vitality contained in a man’s seed. The ecstasy shed in a woman’s climax. Her body hungered for their sexual fluids. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. There was so much sexual fluids aching to be unleashed amid the dancers and revelers below. An orgy of flesh that she wanted to imbibe.

But her master needed her for another task.

Damien, in the moment of his climax and her utter surrender, had caught a glimpse of Heaven’s omniscience in the final moments before Aurora was yanked free. He had witnessed where his wife had been taken, and he would free her.

“We’ll save your wife and then kill Faust, Sir,” Aurora purred as she rose to her feet. Her pussy clenched tight, keeping Damien’s cum inside of her. She absorbed it and fed upon the vitality of the vampire who stood before her.

He was still hard, anticipating the upcoming violence. Her blood stained his lips. The muscles of his body gleamed. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship him. Aurora had always admired Damien and Abigail. She had watched over and nurtured them. She had feared she failed them.

Now Aurora knew the truth.

They have been transformed like I have. We are free of Heaven’s rules. We can save the world. Her eyes cast over to the two women undergoing their own changes, one into a vampiress the other into a thrall. A few women sacrificed to Damien’s appetites is a small price to pay to see Faust and his demonic bitch fail.

“Faust,” growled Damien. Such anger and passion filled his voice.

Aurora went to him, pressing her lush body into his back, her arms slipping around his waist. She licked up to his ear. “Yes. We’ll kill him and protect the world. We can be the agents that defend mankind.” Her hand found his cock, stroking it, reveling in her absolute freedom. “Do you still remember your purpose, Sir?”

“The hunt.”

“We kill the monsters that feast on mankind and take our reward, Sir.” She rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock. Precum beaded on the pad of her thumb. Her skin absorbed the tiny morsel. “A lamb plucked here and there from the flock will not matter.”

“And when the other hunters come?” Damien growled. “What do we do when your fellow angels and my former allies attack?”

“Why, we cull them, too, if they try to interfere in our righteous purpose. If Heaven had only listened and let me act without their petty restrictions, none of us would have fallen so low.” She shuddered. “But we have, Sir, and we can still hunt the predators. Like Faust and his bitch mistress Jezebel.”

“Jezebel?” Damien turned, his hard shaft rubbed on her stomach, her flesh drinking in his precum. “Who is she?”

“A demon. A lithesome, corrupt bitch.” Anger boiled in Aurora. “She has perverted many. She protects Faust from Heaven. We could not intervene directly because of her pernicious deals. We had to wait for Faust to act and seek his vengeance upon you and your wife.

“But now we are free, Sir. Let’s kill them both.”

“Yes.” Damien’s eyes narrowed. “After we free my wife.”

“Of course, Sir.”


Damien D’Angelo broke away from his pet angel. Her transformation was remarkable. Red fit her wings better than ash. Her silver hair had tarnished black, but her eyes remained golden, but hunger lurked in them. They were a lionesses eyes.

Blood filled Damien’s nose. Vickie whimpered. Rosa had awakened to her true nature, her body strong and agile as a vampiress. The Latina beauty had her jaws latched onto the coffee-brown skin of Vickie, drinking her blood.

“You cannot kill her,” Damien said as he stared at his newest vampiress. “She is mine, like you.”

Rosa lifted her lips. “Yes, Sire.” She licked the blood from them. “I feel so … enhanced. I can hear every heartbeat in the club below. I can smell their blood.” She licked her lips. “May I go and feed, Sire, not just drink. You promised me true power. Death’s power.”

“Bloodthirsty,” Aurora purred.

“Feed off of Vickie. You need your strength.” Damien stared into Rosa’s eyes. “You will have your glut of death soon enough.”

An orgasmic shudder ran through the woman. Damien could not wait to see her bathed in blood. She leaned back over and latched onto Vickie’s neck, draining the virgin thrall. Her eyes met Damien. They fluttered in delight.

“Master,” Vickie moaned. “Do you need to feed, too?”

“I need to find my phone.” The sun would be up soon. He had to move and his SUV was not here. He snatched up his pants and pulled out his phone. He dialed Britney.

“Master,” the perky voice of Britney answered. “We have the supplies. We’re heading back to the loft.”

“Speed,” growled Damien. He hung up. His heart raced. The urge to rush out and kill burned inside of him. But he needed to prepare. To be methodical. He was a Hunter still. Nothing would change that.

Aurora was right. He would still hunt the predator and protect the flock. Like the shepherd. And like the shepherd, he would cull the herd from time to time, plucking the ripest sheep to feed, enjoy, and even turn.

It was a small price for mankind to pay.

He dressed in black, combat fatigues—his hunting garb. He loaded a sawed off shotgun with rock salt shells and grabbed a small crossbow, fitting a white oak quarrel. He had to wear gloves to handle the wooden shafts. Their purity would burn him.

“What are these, Sire?” Rosa asked. Blood ran down her chin and neck to her round breast. The red sheen contrasted with her golden-brown skin. She picked up a glass ampoule.

“Holy water.”

“Are they dangerous to us?”

Damien nodded. “Everything in here can harm or kill you.”

“What are we doing?” she asked. She picked up a handgun. It had silver bullets inside. She pulled back the slide and chambered a round.

“Do you know how to use that?” Damien asked.

“I have a conceal/carry permit,” she purred. “There’s a .357 snub nose magnum in my purse. In case you turned out to be dangerous.” She laughed and licked her lips. “Mmm, so dangerous, Sire. But what are we doing?”

“Rescuing my wife.”

Rosa cocked her head. “And you care about her? You’re willing to risk your life for her?”

“Your life, too.” Damien stood up, pocketing the ampoules then strapping a silver-plated machete to his belt. “I love her.”

“I didn’t think a creature like you, like us, could love.”

“You had to be capable of loving as a human to still love as a vampire.” His ears twitched. Blocks away, the familiar roar of his SUV’s engine drew nearer.

“Well, that is true,” Rosa laughed. “Love is just another collar people try to snap around your neck to manipulate you. A collar I am more than happy to be freed from, Sire.”

“And what do you feel about my collar?”

“I love it, Sire. It’s worth the payment for what you gave me.” She gave another wicked laugh as she stood up naked, the handgun in her hand. “I’m ready to go.”


“Why get my clothes stained?”

Vickie giggled nearby. She sat cross-legged and naked, her blood staining her neck. She stretched her back, her breasts jiggling. “Am I coming? I don’t know how to use a gun or fight.”

“You are staying here with Britney.” Damien looked around the room. The loft had large windows with no coverings. Sunrise would kill all but the thralls and maybe Aurora. He wasn’t sure what the angel had become. She leaned against the wall, a sword dripping with blood gripped in hand, the point resting on the floor.

He had never heard of an angel that had been feasted and turned by a vampire. She may be unique. Something unexpected. Damien liked that. Faust would not expect anything like her.

The SUV pulled up in the alley. Doors slammed. Dozens of footsteps echoed almost as the same time. The door burst open. With his enhanced senses, he could track Mary streaking across the room to his side. She moved so fast. Damien felt sluggish as he watched her stride.

Rosa gasped in shock when Mary stopped before Damien. “Guess what, Sire, I can run super fast.”

“Grab a machete,” Damien told her. “We’re going to kill.”

Mary’s schoolgirl face lit up. She snagged the spare machete and hefted it. “Wonderful, Sire. Who?”


I will break free. Then we shall avenge our husband’s murder. Dream-Abigail’s words screamed through the real Abigail’s mind.

Abigail shuddered into her doppelganger’s kiss. Their naked bodies pressed tight together, identical lips writhing together, matching tits pressing tight, and twin sets of nipples caressed. Only the chains binding the real Abigail differentiated the two redheads.

It was all a fantasy buried in the depths of Abigail’s chained soul. She had retreated from the humiliation afflicted on her body. The vampiress yearned to kill the rich humans that debased her for their amusements.

But she had to let them fuck her, spank her, and even shove her face into a bowl full of men’s cum. Her Sire, the vampire Faust, had given her a command.

And Abigail had to obey.

But there was a part of her that resisted—Dream-Abigail. She fought against the steel chains binding Abigail to Faust. Abigail thought it was a useless endeavor. Faust sired her. She had to obey him even if that meant enduring a slew of humiliation before Faust finally saw fit to have her killed.

And Abigail would walk to her execution, lay her head on the block, and wait for the headsman’s ax to fall because Faust commanded it.

But kissing her rebellious part was nice. She didn’t have to pay attention to the men fucking her ass and cunt while the woman with the stiletto heels kept her head pinned in the bowl of cum. She couldn’t drown. Abigail was already dead.

In her soul, her ardor grew. It was intoxicating kissing herself. It was like making love to her reflection. Only her reflection could caress and touch her. They moved in harmony, both knowing where they needed to be touched.

Together, their hands stroked each other’s backs as they stretched out. Their legs parted. Their hot cunts pressed against each other’s thighs. Chains rattled around Abigail as she and Dream-Abigail humped and slid their wet pussies on each other’s thighs. Their tart musk filled their noses, spurring their hips to rub faster.

Their hands reached each other’s asses at the same time. They squeezed them, fingers digging into the other’s flesh. They both cooed together and smiled, breaking their kiss, the same spot popping into each other’s heads.

“Your fingers are almost as nice as Damien’s,” Dream-Abigail moaned.

“So are yours,” Abigail answered. They licked their lips together. “At least Faust spared him this level of humiliation.”

“He was humiliated,” hissed Dream-Abigail. Their faces twisted with different emotions, shattering their symmetry. “Before Faust killed our husband, he made Damien watch as Faust fucked us. He cuckolded our husband before leaving him to die by the sun.” Dream-Abigail’s fingers dug hard into Abigail’s asscheeks.

The pain made her hips undulate faster, grinding harder on Dream-Abigail’s thighs. “Damien is dead, and Faust will kill us soon. When he grows bored of us. There’s nothing that can be done but enjoy ourselves.”

Abigail kissed Dream-Abigail. Their tongues dueled, their bodies almost returning into sync, but Dream-Abigail seized the chains and tried to rip them from Abigail’s body. She growled into their kiss as she strained.

She failed.

“This isn’t enough,” Dream-Abigail moaned.

Abigail smiled at her doppelganger. It made the vampiress happy that a small part of her still cared. She hadn’t surrendered fully to her fate. She rebelled in small ways. But it wouldn’t be enough. It may only be days or perhaps weeks, but Faust would demand her death.

“Enough,” Abigail said, pulling Dream-Abigail’s fingers away. “Let’s savor pleasure. Let’s eat each other’s pussies. I know we taste delicious, but I’ve never licked my juices right from the source.”

A sly smile crossed Dream-Abigail’s lips and her green eyes twinkled.

She is up to something.

“Yes, let’s sixty-nine.” Dream-Abigail shuddered. “I know Damien would love to see that.”

“Two of us licking and sucking his body.” The vampiress shuddered. “Nipping his cock, sucking cum and blood together. Delicious.”

“Yes,” groaned Dream-Abigail.

The pair spun in the dark void. They seized each other’s asses. Their fingers dug into each other’s flesh. Their thighs parted as they pulled each other closer. Their nipples touched the same spot on each other’s stomachs and they both pressed their lips into each other’s red curls.

Once again in unison, the pair licked.

Abigail shuddered as her tongue slid through Dream-Abigail’s folds while her own pussy was equally caressed. To Abigail, it was like she licked her own pussy. Their tongues and lips moved as one, exploring each other’s folds and devouring each other’s tart juices.

They sighed together and undulated. Their fingers clenched on each other’s buts. Abigail savored devouring her doppelganger’s pussy. The pleasure built inside of her, teased by the identical movements of Dream-Abigail.

“Yes,” they moaned. “So good.”


“Yes, yes, yes. Make me cum.”

“I will. I’ll drown you in juices.”

“Good. Flood my mouth.”

Their moans echoed through their shared soul. Chains clinked as Alison and Dream-Alison undulated. Their bodies moved faster and faster. Their tongues licked faster and faster. They thrust into each other’s holes while their fingers crept into each other’s butt-cracks.

Abigail and Dream-Abigail caressed each other’s sphincters. Tingles ran through Abigail’s body to her pussy. They moaned and shuddered. They found each other’s clits. Abigail sucked on Dream-Abigail’s pink clit and pleasure exploded from Abigail’s sensitive nub engulfed by Dream-Abigail’s hungry mouth.

Their fingers thrust into each other’s assholes. Their bowels clenched. They fingered each other as they sucked and nibbled on their clits. The pleasure swelled through Abigail. Her skin drank in every place they touched, her nipples aching as they rubbed on Dream-Abigail’s stomach.

“I’m going to cum,” both women screamed together. “Oh, yes. Finger my ass. I love it up the ass.” “Slut.”

“We are. Oh, yes. Sluts. Suck on my clit.”

Their lips latched on to each other’s clits. Both women let out violent groans. Their bodies undulated and squirmed. Abigail’s every inhalation filled with Dream-Abigail’s tart juices. Their fingers wiggled deep into each other’s assholes.

They came in unison.

The pleasure burst through their pussies. Juices flooded their mouths. The pleasure crashed through Abigail’s mind. She was so close to Dream-Abigail. They were in perfect sync, their assholes contracting together, their pleasure rippling out of their cunts together.

Their flesh merged, becoming malleable. Her face sank into Dream-Abigail’s cunt. Their bodies sank together to become one, united by their shared pleasure. Abigail’s tits sank into Dream-Abigail’s stomach.

Rebellion flooded Abigail’s mind. The desire to disobey Faust’s orders and kill the bitch keeping her head pinned into the bowl of cum grew strong. She would tear out the woman’s throat and drink her hot blood before she—

The chains binding Abigail’s soul ripped them apart. Abigail shuddered as they became two separate beings, both panting. Then Dream-Abigail let out a cry of pure hatred. She shrieked in their soul, raging against Faust.

“I will kill you! I will be free! You cannot keep me chained! You should have killed me with my husband! I will make you pay, Faust!”

Abigail sighed. She didn’t return to her body. She didn’t want to experience the fat man rutting in her cunt. She found it more pleasant to listen to her dreamself rant and take pride in that small part of her rebelling against their fate.


“Please save her,” Britney said before throwing her arms around her Master’s neck. “Abagail’s such a wonderful woman. She doesn’t deserve to suffer.

“I will,” Damien growled. He savored the sent of his thrall. Her breasts were filled with her sweet milk and her blood flowed with vitality beneath her skin. His teeth bit into her neck. She shuddered as he drank an mouthful.

“Yes, yes, you need your strength.”

He released her. She staggered back and was caught by Vickie. Damien licked his lips and left the loft behind. He was on the hunt again. His heart beat with excitement, but now there was no fear. He was beyond that weakness. Behind him, his women followed, naked Rosa, nubile Mary, and corrupted Aurora.

The image of his wife’s humiliation burned in his head. He would kill everyone that had degraded her. Starting with Faust. He would rip his head off and free his wife from her Sire’s control. Then he would have his partner back.

They were the best hunters in life. In undeath, they would make the monsters of the world fear.

He yanked open the driver door and climbed into the SUV. Mary beat the others to the passenger seat. She climbed in, cradling the silver machete on her lap. Rosa and Aurora piled into the back. They all smelled excited and ready, particularly Rosa.

Her cunt dripped.

Mary put the radio on a rock station as he roared out of the alley. A pair of stumbling drunks from the club dived out of the way. The tires squealed as he took the turn hard onto surface streets. He knew Chicago’s layout. He could see the city in his mind. His wife was out at the Gold Coast, the wealthy neighborhood of the city. She was in one of the mansions.

The engine roared as he raced through the seats.

“Yeah,” Mary whooped. She rolled her window down and stuck her head out. Her black hair streamed behind her as she screamed into the dark city.

Rosa sat cross-legged in the back, gripping the gun in one hand. She sat refined, like she wasn’t naked and half-smeared in Vickie’s blood. Aurora had a different pose. Her body relaxed yet ready to spring into action, her sword clutched point down in her hands, her naked legs spread wide.

“We are going to kick some ass tonight,” yelled Mary as she hung out the window.

“Did you glimpse any of the defenses of the mansion in your vision, Sir?” Aurora asked.

“Nope,” Damien growled. “I hate it, too. Normally, I would never be so sloppy, but it’s Abigail. I will not let her be humiliated a moment longer.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“When I tell you to, stop making a racket,” Damien growled at Mary. “We’ll go in quiet. If there are guards, Mary, your speed will let you take care of them fast.”

“That’s why I have this,” she grinned, holding up the machete. Then she licked the silver and screamed. “Fwuckwing hwell,” she lisped, smoke rising from her tongue. “What dwa fwuck is dwis mwade out of?”

“Silver. It’s purity is deadly to us. Salt, white oak, silver, sunlight, and holy water will all hurt or even kill us.”

“Oh,” Mary said, fanning at her tongue. “Damn, that hurt.”

“How can we be killed?” Rosa asked.

“Decapitation, exposure to sunlight unless your vampiric gift is daywalking, immersion in holy water. White oak through the core of your body will paralyze you. Silver will really hurt. So will salt. Enough of any will kill you.”

“Like table salt?” asked Mary.

Damien nodded.

“Then why doesn’t blood kill us. It’s salty.”

“The salt is not in a pure form,” Aurora answered. “And there is another weapon that can kill you, an angel’s pure light manifested as her sword.”

“Well, your sword don’t look that pure,” Mary said.

“No.” Aurora smiled. “Not anymore.”

“So, I should just decapitate any vampires at this party.” Mary grinned. “And any humans.”

“No turning. If you feed, I don’t care. But these bastards soiled my wife. They don’t deserve this gift.”

“No, they don’t,” Rosa said, heat in her voice, her excitement perfuming the vehicle.

“We’re getting close,” Damien said.

The houses grew fancier, the yards bigger. Mansions appeared as he drove down the street. He slowed, instincts telling him he was here. Guards stood at a wrought iron gate, the yard hidden a high wall covered in ivory. Cameras perched on the wall and there was a security shack half-hidden next to the gate.

“Mary, you see that security hut. It’ll be open from the other side. Kill the guard in their first, then hit the two outside.”

“Yes, Sire,” Mary smiled. “Are they vampires?”

Damien shook his head. He had hunted enough vampires to recognize the bastards by sight. They were human. “Be swift and silent.”

Mary winked as she climbed out. Even with Damien’s enhanced senses, her speed was hard to trace. She blurred across the street and jumped, clearing the high hedge in a single bound. Three seconds later, she leaped over the wrought iron fence and both security guards fell dead, their heads bouncing out into the road. Mary stood between them, a huge smile on her face, her bloody machete resting on her shoulder.

“Follow,” Damien growled, mostly for Rosa’s benefit. Aurora would know how to assault a stronghold.”

Damien burst out of the car, his shotgun in hand, and raced across the street to the gate. Mary stood proud over her kills. Through the thick, bulletproof window of the card shack, the third guard lay gutted on the ground.

Mary put her foot on one of the heads like a conquering hero. “How was that, Sire?”

“Stop posing, this is serious.” Damien peered through the wrought iron fence. The house was distant. The yard before it dotted with gazebos and sculpted bushes. Guards stood at the mansions large doors and several more patrolled the exterior. Party goers moved in the darkness, the scent of their fucking thick in the air. From the house, he could smell more debauchery despite the classical music playing inside.

“The guards by the doors are vampires. Mary, you take them out. Aurora, there are three guards patrolling the yard. They’re yours. Rosa, follow me.” Damien licked his lips. He was so hard. The scent of blood thickened in the air. “Now, the guards at the door wills cent the blood if the wind changes.”

“Yes, Sire.” Mary vaulted the gate and zoomed across the yard, barely more than a blur.

Aurora wings flapped as Damien and Rosa leaped the gate. The angel took to the air. The vampires at the house reacted to Mary. One raised an automatic weapon and fired a burst before her machete took his head. The second vampire punched, but Mary dodged with her speed and he fell dead a moment later.

Damien rushed across the ground. Mary stood on the porch, staring down at the bullet holes in her stomach, her eyes wide. She touched her wounded flesh. The bullets were normal lead with coper jackets. Mary already healed. She licked her blood and grinned at Damien.

The door burst open behind her. Another pair of vampires in suits were there. One slammed his fist into Mary’s face, sending the vampiress sprawling. Damien’s shotgun fired, the rock salt shredding the front of the vampire’s suit.

He screamed in pain as he fell smoking to the ground.

“Fuck,” the second vampire cursed.

Rosa fired her handgun twice. Two bullets slammed into the vampire’s head. The silver burned and he fell to the ground screaming. Damien drew his machete by instinct and loped off both vampires’ heads as he strolled into the mansion.

The music stopped. The human musicians who had been playing froze, their eyes wide in fear. Damien ignored them. Rosa did not. The vampiress through herself with abandon at the musicians. More blood scented the air as Damien inhaled, searching for his wife’s aroma over the scent of sex and humans.

“Damn,” Mary gasped. “That fucker hit me.”

Damien caught his wife’s scent. “Go, make the motherfuckers pay for touching my wife.”

Mary smiled at the carnage Rosa created. The naked vampiress had painted herself red. She looked stunning in the glistening crimson sheeting her naked, athletic body. Mary went left and rammed her machete into the guts of a fat man in an expensive suit, his martini glass falling from his hand and smashing on the floor.

Aurora landed. “The guards are all dead, Sir.”


Damien strode to the right into the midst of the party. It had degenerated into an orgy. The rich and powerful of Chicago indulged in all manner of vice. Lines of cocaine stained silver trays and pills lay scattered amid half-drunk glasses of wine and other liquors. Naked men and women heaved in all manner of combinations while others watched.

Rosa slipped into the room with a snarl, throwing herself at a half-naked woman kept young looking by dozens of plastic surgeons. Damien strode through the orgy, his machete hacking at any human who crossed his path. He stepped over their corpses, Aurora at his side. She left her own dead in their wake.

In the next room, Damien found his wife.

A snarl escaped his throat. A fat man fucked Abigail from behind while a thin, bony woman forced Abigail’s face into a bowl of cum. The woman laughed, grinding her stiletto heel into the crimson of Abigail’s hair.

Rage filled Damien. His telekinesis, unrefined and only capable of the brute strength, grasped the head of the man fucking Abigail and twisted. The man stiffened as his bones snapped. He died in moments, his head facing backwards. Damien released his telekinesis, and the man’s body collapsed on the ground. The bony woman shrieked. She managed to take two steps before Damien seized her.

“That’s my wife, cunt,” growled Damien as he gripped her by the throat. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

Mary strode in from a side room, blood splattering her body and dripping from her machete. The men and women who watched Abigail’s humiliations screamed as they fled her hacking machete. Their panicked flight took them right into Rosa’s path.

“Abigail,” Damien growled.

She did not lift her head. She kept it in the cum. That motherfucking Faust. He commanded her to submit to these filthy human’s humiliation.

Damien savored every human’s scream. They had all participated and witnessed Abigail’s humiliation. They took pleasure in degrading his wife. None of these parasitic allies of Faust deserved to live. Mary and Rosa butchered them.

Aurora did something else. She fell to her knees behind Abigail and touched her. The vampiress shuddered and Aurora let out a moan of pure pleasure, her crimson wings sweeping wide. The angel leaned her head down and buried her lips into Abigail’s cum-filled pussy.

“What are you doing?” demanded Damien.

“Cleaning her, Sir,” the angel answered. “She has been deeply soiled by Faust. But I shall cleanse her.”


Aurora the corrupted angel devoured the cum in Abigail’s well-fucked cunt.

Her tongue slid through the folds, pressing deep. There was so much of the sexual fluids, cum and cunt cream, dripping out of the vampiress’s pussy. She feasted on them. Her pussy clenched. Pleasure rippled through her body as she more and more cum spilled onto her tongue mixed with the tart pussy of the vampiress.

Damien kicked away the bowel. Abigail’s face fell limp on the carpet. Aurora could feel the cum covering Abigail’s. The angel’s nose flared. So much cum. Dozens of men had filled the bowel. Her mouth hungered for all of it.

“What is wrong with her?” snarled Damien.

The human woman whimpered in his grip.

“She needs to be cleaned,” Aurora repeated. She took another long lick, gathering all the juicy, delicious cum that dripped out of Abigail’s cunt. “Let me fix her, Sir.”

The screams of the dying echoed around Aurora as her wings fluttered. Her tongue wiggled deeper into Abigail’s cunt, rooting out more jizz. Aurora’s own pussy clenched and throbbed. Every swallow sent a flutter of pleasure through her body.

Her hands squeezed Abigail’s asscheeks. More cum leaked out of her bowels, running in a white rivulet through her butt crack, across her taint, and to Aurora’s lips. She feasted on the sour-flavored spunk, letting it coat her mouth.

She loved it. It invigorated her. And she needed more.

Her power rippled across Abigail’s body. The vampiress let out a moan and twitched as the crackling, red light engulfed her. The light searched for any thing that polluted the vampiress. All the cum that drenched her face and matted her hair.

The light devoured it, feeding the energy to the corrupted angel. Aurora moaned louder. Her lips latched onto Abigail’s clit. Aurora sucked on the bud. Her teeth nipped it. Another moan escaped Abigail as she was cleansed of the cum.

Aurora came hard.

So much sexual energy flooded her body. Her pussy spasmed without being stimulated. Her juices flowed down her thighs. Damien growled, smelling the angel’s sweet musk. Aurora’s eyes locked on her owner as she savored her orgasm.

“Clean my wife, cunt,” Damien snarled. “They defiled her.”

The human woman squeaked in fear as Damien’s fingers tightened about her throat.

Aurora’s pleasure swelled as her owner watched her. She dug her fingers into Abigail’s butt-cheeks. Aurora nipped again at the vampiress’s clit. Abigail spasm. She shuddered as Aurora’s light devoured the final drops of cum.

Then they found something else to consume. Cum was not the only thing that soiled the vampiress.


Abigail trembled in her dream. Her body quaked with unseen pleasure. Teeth nipped at her clit, pleasuring her while the filth that polluted her body vanished. She moaned and threw back her head as her orgasm built.

“Has that bastard found another way to humiliate you?” Dream-Abigail hissed. “Now he forces you to receive pleasure while you lie writhing before his humans.”

“Maybe he’s rewarding me,” moaned Abigail. “I can smell so much blood around us.”

Dream-Abigail shuddered. “Yes. He’s killing all who defiled us. We should wake and join the feast.”

“Yes,” moaned Abigail. “I…”

Her orgasm burst through her body. The lips sucking at her clit unleashed a flood of bliss through the vampiress. The chains on her body shook and clinked. Abigail drank in the pleasure, gasping and moaning her bliss.

“It’s so wonderful. Do you feel it?” Abigail stared at Dream-Abigail. Her doppelganger also writhed in bliss. “Mmm, come here and kiss me. Let’s cum together.”

“Yes.” Dream-Abigail lunged at Abigail. Her doppelganger seized her. They hugged, their breasts touching, their nipples kissing. Then they merged.

Abigail’s eyes widened. Metal clinked. A link of chain fell off of her. Then another. Abigail gasped and pulled her doppelganger tight. Dream-Abigail merged into the real Abigail. A fierce, loathing hatred burst through Abigail.

“Faust!” she raged as more and more of the chains dropped free. Her fingers clenched as she remembered her murder. And then Damien. “You bastard. I’ll rip your throat out. I’ll stake to the ground with white, cover you in salt, and leave you for the fucking sun to rise. You killed him.”

Abigail opened her eyes.

“You fucking killed him Faust!”

Blood assault her nose. So many scents. So many human’s seasoned the air. Screams drifted through the house, a symphony of righteous vengeance. Her mouth salivated as she gained her feet. A woman shrieked.

Abigail knew that voice. Stiletto heels. The vampiress whirled to face the woman. “You’re the cunt…” Her words trailed off. Damien stood behind the woman, his hands about her throat, keeping the panic human in place. Abigail inhaled deeply, savoring the woman’s fear and her husband’s musk.

“Damien.” Her eyes widened. “You escaped. How did you get the key off the nightstand?”

“You didn’t know?” Damien demanded. “I thought you knew I had telekinesis.”

Abigail shook her head. She stared in awe at him, barely cognizant of the two female vampiresses as they feasted on the blooded of the butchered humans around her, both their bodies painted in crimson. She stared at the face of her husband. “It was an impulse. I just … had to do it.”

“My doing,” a woman purred.

Abigail spun, falling into a defensive stance, and faced the angel. She knelt on the ground, her face smeared with pussy juices. Abigail’s eyes opened as she caught her own scent on the angel’s lips. “You freed me.”

“And nudged you to save your husband.” The angel looked at Damien, worship in her eyes. “I devoured Faust’s stain on her. She’s free.”

Abigail turned to face her husband. He stood strong. She glanced at the two vampiresses. Their killing over. They both kissed, licking the blood from each other’s lips. One was naked, Hispanic, her body splattered red. The other vampiress licked down to blood-painted breasts.

“You have been busy,” Abigail moaned. She sauntered to her husband. “Recruiting?”

“Yes,” he said, no embarrassment or guilt at clearly breaking their marriage vows. She could faintly smell his musk coming from both women and the angel. Other scents lingered on him. Two other women.

“Did you save her for me?” Abigail asked, stopping before her husband and staring at stiletto heels.

“The bitch thought she could humiliate my wife.”

“Please,” the woman moaned. “I was just doing what Faust wanted. We all were. He wanted you soiled. Humiliated. I … I was just following orders.”

“What do you think, honey?” Abigail asked, staring into her husband’s eyes. We had both changed so much. What will his answer be?

“She had a choice,” Damien grinned. Fangs flashed between his lips. “She could have said no and not participated.”

“Yes, she could have,” Abigail agreed.

“Please. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me.”

Damien slid his hand up to cup the woman’s chin. He forced back her head, exposing her neck. The woman’s arteries and veins fluttered just beneath the skin. Her life was just inches away. The old Abigail would have spared the woman’s life.

Abigail sank her teeth into the woman’s throat. Coppery, rich blood flooded Abigail’s mouth. Her pussy clenched at the intoxicating substance. Damien’s fangs joined her. They sank into the woman. She let out an orgasmic sigh as she was fed upon.

Abigail drank and feasted. Every pulse of the woman’s heart drew her closer to death. It was such an intoxicating rush. Blood spilled down Abigail’s face to her naked breasts. Her skin tingled where the blood touched.

Damien growled as he drank. His free hand seized Abigail’s ass, squeezing. She moaned as she drank, savoring the familiar touch of her husband’s hand. He puled her close, her hip touching his black fatigues. His dick was hard beneath.

“Yes,” sighed the woman, her body trembling as the ecstasy of being fed upon flooded her body. Her heart beat weaker and weaker.

The final mouthful of warm, salty blood flooded Abigail’s mouth. She held it as she ripped her fangs free. The woman’s corpse hit the ground. Abigail didn’t care. She turned to face her husband, blood matting his lips, his dark eyes boring into hers.

He’s even stronger now. She had loved Damien so much the night they had walked into their high school to kill a vampire. He had been her warrior that night, and she had been his shield maiden. Abigail had known he was her man.

They had learned who they were in the cafeteria killing their first vampire. At their cores, nothing had changed. She could see her husband in the vampire’s eyes.

Abigail kissed Damien, thrusting the woman’s blood into his mouth.

He growled and shuddered as they shared the salty blood. Her hands ripped open the front of his trousers. She found his cock hard and throbbing. She stroked him to his full girth. He throbbed in her hand and shuddered as she ran her thumb over the top of his cock.

They had always made love after a hunt. The thrill and exhilaration of combat, the need to prove they had survived again, always drove them to fuck hard. No foreplay. Just his cock thrusting into her cunt until they both found their release.

Abigail needed that release now.

She jumped and wrapped her legs about his hip. Her pussy slammed down his cock. She groaned and clenched on his girth. He throbbed in her depth. She shuddered and undulated, sliding her hot pussy over and over on his dick.

Damien’s hands found her ass. They squeezed hard. Painfully hard. The vampiress moaned into their kiss, her cunt clenching down on his dick as she humped her hips. She fucked her pussy up and down his thick cock. Pleasure rippled out of her pussy, stirred by his hard cock.

“Abigail,” snarled Damien. His hands tightened on her ass. “That’s it. Fuck me. You always were so wild.”

Her red hair swirled about her head as she tossed it. She gripped her hands behind his neck and leaned back. Her tits heaved before him, glistening with blood. One of his hands slid up and squeezed her tit. He pinched her nipple, shooting bliss down to her cunt.

“Fuck me hard,” Abigail hissed. “Mmm, you were so sexy. You burst in here and rescued me. Oh, yes. Yes. You butchered them. I can smell all their blood. It’s such a sweet perfume.”

Her cunt rippled about his cock. An orgasm burst through her. She shuddered and writhed as she slammed her pussy down his shaft. His hand tightened on her ass while the other pinched her nipple, giving her more stimulation.

The pleasure crashed through the vampiress’s mind. She leaned back as she humped and fucked her hips. She slammed down his cock, drinking in every moment of her bliss. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the ecstasy filling her up.

Her cunt rippled and convulsed about his cock. She felt every inch of him stroking in and out of her. “Yes. Yes. You’re cock. Fuck, yes. I need you to pound me. Now. Fuck me. Keep making me cum then erupt into me.”

“Yes,” Damien growled. “You’re gorgeous. My blood-stained warrior woman.”

“Oh, yes,” Abigail moaned.

Damien moved across the room and slammed her against the wall. A picture shook off its hook and crashed to the floor. Damien kissed her hard, his teeth biting her lip. The coppery salt of her blood filled her mouth as he fucked her hard. Their flesh slapped together and his balls smacked her taint.

Every time Damien buried his cock into her, his groin smashed into her clit. The pleasure sparked through her body, prolonging her orgasm as her husband fucked her. He pounded her, ravished her. He didn’t hold back.

“Fuck your warrior woman,” groaned Abigail, tossing back her head, exposing her neck.

Damien seized the invitation.

Her pussy clenched down hard on his cock as his fangs sank into her neck. Abigail shuddered again on her husband, her pussy writhing about his cock. Her blood flowed into his mouth. Damien growled as he drank her unlife, his dick fucking her faster, harder.

Plaster cracked beneath her ass. He fucked her so hard, far harder than a normal human. She loved the pain and pleasure. She moaned and undulated. Her fingers clawed through his black fatigues and tore at his back, adding the scent of his blood to the air. He sucked harder, his teeth tearing through her flesh.

The pain was exquisite.

“Yes, drink my blood and fuck me,” Abigail howled. “Cum in my cunt. Have your release.”

Damien ripped his mouth away from neck and slammed his lips on hers. He kissed her hard. She tasted her blood and moaned in delight. She pulled his cock deep into her spasming pussy, her flesh milking him, desperate for his cum.

His jizz erupted. His cum flooded her pussy. Abigail howled into the kiss.


Damien came in his wife. Her spasming pussy milked his balls. He was drunk on her blood and cunt. Her fingernails dug so deep into his back. He had his woman back. They had fed together. His warrior woman was back.

The last blast of his cum flooded her. Damien broke the kiss and stared into her green eyes. “We are going to kill Faust together.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her body shuddering. “We’ll rip his head off and drink the blood that gushes out.”

Damien kissed her again, his dick still hard. His hips pumped.

“Sire,” Mary said. “I know you and your wife are having fun, but the sun rises soon.”

Damien froze. “Fuck.”

In the distance, sirens howled. The mortal authorities raced to the mansion. He could only imagine the sort of panic the cities elite being butchered would garner. He ripped his cock out of Abigail’s cunt and turned around.

“Mary, destroy the security tapes. No one can know who did this.”

“Sire,” Mary nodded then sprinted away.

“Was that Mary Daniels?” Abigail asked as she strode naked at Damien’s side. Behind them, Rosa and Aurora followed. “Yes.”

“So the little slut finally seduced you,” laughed Abigail. “Or did you seduce her?”

“Britney Lawson seduced her,” Damien answered. “She saved my life and I made her a thrall. She brought Mary over to feed me.”

Abigail grinned. “She’s another little slut that’s had her eyes on you.”

Mary joined them as they burst out of the house. The sirens grew louder. “Done, sir,” Mary said, holding several hard drives in her hand as they ran.

“Start the SUV,” Damien growled at her. He tossed her the keys.

She ran off in a blur as they raced across the grounds. The horizon lightened to the east. Dawn rapidly approached. Damien ran faster, his wife racing at his side. The SUV pulled up to the gates, Mary hopping out and diving into the back.

They cleared the gate without issue. Abigail took the passenger seat. Damien hopped into the driver seat and sped off. His heart raced. The hunt still wasn’t over. They had to escape back to their lair in the next thirty minutes or they would all die.

“Punch it,” laughed Abigail, her nipples hard with excitement.

Damien grinned at her. It was wonderful to have her back.


Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers

The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine’s soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women.

They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel’s client Faust. The powerful vampire had bargained with Jezebel for protection against Heaven’s interference. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon’s power. So far, no Knights Venator, the hunters employed by the Catholic Church had moved against Faust.

Until Heaven found a loophole. Jezebel wasn’t certain how. The demon had followed Heaven’s silly rules when she made her pact with Faust. The angels believed in the preservation, or at least the illusion, of free will. Every time an angel intervened for good, a demon could intervene for evil. Jezebel had accumulated her interventions and used them on Faust.

But the angels found a way to circumvent the rules. Jezebel suspected Aurora. The angelic cunt always found ways to interfere where she was not wanted.

And using vampires. What is Heaven up to?

Jezebel had learned of the threat, and discovering the source made using Father Augustine all the more delicious. Damien and Abigail D’Angelo, vampire hunters, had been turned. Augustine had been their chaplain. And now he would kill them to protect a vampire.

All of the priest’s service, thirty years of warring against vampires, undone because of his lust to fuck his parishioners.

Jezebel loved being a demon.


Father Hyrum Augustine was alert and excited as he neared the edge of Chicago. Since he had embraced the feminine voice whispering inside him and given his sacrament to the three whores in the back, the priest had felt invigorated. He did not feel forty-eight but two decades younger. His cock was lead in his cassock as he listened to his whitish warriors giggle and moan in the back.

The three sluts were naked and caressing each other, saturating the wicked holes between their thighs—their cunts. Every woman was a whore to that greedy hole. Wet, hot, aching to be filled by fingers, tongues, cocks, or any other stiff, thick objects the patterns could get their hands on. But he had freed these three.

They lived to please only him, United by the holy sacrament of his seed collected from Samantha’s virgin snatch.

And right now, he needed pleasing.

“One of you sluts, get your mouth on my dick right now,” he said, his voice a gravelly growl.

“Ooh, which one of us should do it?” moaned Joy. Augustine had found Joy—a blonde, barely legal nymphet—walking down the side of the road. Dominating her had been the start of his transformation from simple priest into holy master.

“I would love to,” the young Samantha said. Augustine imagined her pushing up her glasses from her cute nose. She was engaged to be married, but the priest had shown the woman she really just was horny to lose her virginity and did not love her fiance. “May I suck your cock?”

“Oh, you’re so cute,” the married Donna Lawson moaned. Cuckolding the whore from her husband had been satisfying. Her daughter Britney had been claimed by Damien.

Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost.

What a waste.

“Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock,” Joy purred. “I’ll finger your pussy while you do it.”

“Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father,” moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest’s cock through his black cassock, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“It is a sacrifice, slut.” “Did our play in the back make you hard?” Samantha purred, her brown hair falling about her innocent face.

“Yes,” Father Augustine groaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she lifted his cassock. He wore no underwear beneath, and the fabric rubbed across the sensitive crown of his dick.

“That was so wicked of us.” Samantha licked her lips. “Women are so wicked for inflicting sin on men.”

“That’s right,” the priest growled. The feminine voice laughed inside him. “Women need to remember their place.”

“On our knees, relieving the erections we cause in our husbands.” She grasped the priest’s dick. “Or our spiritual leaders.”

“Amen,” groaned Augustine as her wet, hot, warm mouth engulfed his dick. He groaned, fighting to stay in control of the van as her juicy mouth swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The pleasure rippled down his cock to his balls.

Samantha sucked hard and moaned. She squirmed as she knelt, Joy pressed against her side. The blonde’s hand shoved between Samantha’s thighs, rubbing at the whore’s cunt. Samantha bobbed her head, taking more and more of the priest’s cock as she shuddered on Joy’s fingers.

Joy nuzzled her lips against Samantha’s ear. Her tongue licked out, flicking around it and bringing another moan from the sweet Samantha’s lips. Father Augustine savored her sucking mouth and passionate sighs, his dick aching in the hot depths of her mouth.

“That’s it, slut,” cooed Joy. She licked Samantha’s ear again while Joy’s finger plunged noisily in and out of Samantha’s cunt. “Satiate the father. Relieve his cock and keep him from sinning.”

It was good that there was no traffic on the road. Father Augustine drifted into the right lane as the pleasure boiled in his balls. He let out a groan. The wheels thundered as the drove over the reflectors dividing the lane.

“What a whorish mouth,” groaned the father. He jerked the van back over, struggling to pay attention to the road as his dick ached in her ear, wet depths. The slut sucked and bobbed. His cock brushed the back of her throat.

“You can take more his cock than that,” hissed Joy. “Deep-throat the father. Satiate him, slut.”

“Yes,” groaned Donna, her voice thick with passion. “Swallow his cock. You have to please him with your whorish mouth.”

Samantha moaned her agreement, her passion humming around the priest’s dick.

Father Augustine’s head arched back as his slut swallowed his dick, the tip popping into her throat. The priest squeezed hard on the steering wheel as his balls boiled to a hot froth. The van’s tires buzzed over the stripes set on the highway’s shoulder. He had drifted left. He jerked the wheel. The pleasure tensed his body.


Cum exploded out of his cock right down the whore’s throat. He groaned through grit teeth, the van drifting right then back left. The pleasure burst through him with every blast of his cum until every drop was sucked from his cock.

Samantha’s mouth popped off his cock. “I did it,” she moaned, her eye squeezing shut, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, yes, Joy, I did it.”

“Now you get to cum, slut,” purred Joy.

The sluts kissed as Samantha orgasmed. She moaned into Joy’s lips. Samantha shivered and her back arched. She broke the kiss, tossing back her head to scream out her pleasure. Her voice echoed through the van.

Father Augustine planted, his body buzzing with bliss as he focused on the road. Chicago’s downtown approached, looked over by Faust Tower. It dominated the Chicago skyline, rising taller than Willis Tower.

The feminine voice whispered. Damien and Abigail would come to the tower. He had to start his mission from there. Faust was in danger. It was his holy mission to protect it. I’ll protect Faust and cleanse the world of Damien and Abigail.

The feminine voice laughed. And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure.

“Amen,” groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his words.

His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city.

Father Augustine’s instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely could be this effective. Fear laced the air. The priest’s forehead furrowed.

The feminine voice soothed away his concerns. Do not worry. Just follow my commands, and I shall continue to bless you.

“I will.”

“Will what, Father?” asked Donna.

“Protect Faust and follow our holy mission.”

“Amen,” breathed Samantha.

The feminine voice’s whispered instructions guided Father Augustine. He turned into the parking garage’s entrance, driving down a ramp to a heavy, metal gate blocking the entrance. Electric engines whirled and the gate rose, the metal clinking. The priest drove into the garage, lit by harsh yellows, while the gate dropped down behind them. He drove the van through the near empty garage.

Three men waited by the elevator. A limousine was parked nearby. Augustine pulled into the nearest parking spot and examined the three men. All were fit, strong men, trained and carrying handguns beneath their suit jackets. One was Black, the other two White.

“Be on guard,” Augustine said.

We will, Father, answered Joy, her voice cold, calm. In the rear view mirror, Augustine observed the subtle change cross over each woman. The communion he had given them strengthened their bodies and sharpened their reflexes.

Father Augustine climbed out and faced the men. The van’s side door rasped open and then closed. His women appeared surrounding the priest as his guard. The men at the elevator tensed, recognizing the danger the women presented.

“Faust is expecting you,” a guard said in a Texan twang. “You must be something special to get him to leave a party early.”

“I’m here to protect him,” Father Augustine answered.

The blond guard snorted. In a German accent he said, “We protect the boss.”

“Not from the threat that faces him. I know how to fight and kill vampires.”

“So do we,” rumbled the Black man.

“Faust wants to see ’em,” the Texan said with a shrug. “Ain’t really matter beyond that.”

The Black man grunted then hit the call button on the elevator. He motioned inside. “Let’s go. Faust’s waiting.”

Father Augustine and his whores stepped into the elevator. The three men followed and hit the 112th floor. The top floor. Augustine wasn’t surprised that one of the richest and most powerful man in the world had his office all the way at the top of the tallest building in America.

The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores.

His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores’ holes. Britney’s cunt. What a sweet delight it will be to watch mother lick my seed from her slattern daughter’s cunt.

The elevator doors opened.

Signs in the lobby pointed right for the public observation deck and restaurant. To the left was a set of double doors made of rich mahogany and locked by a card key entry system. The German produced a card key, swiped it, and the doors slid open on silent actuators. The doors were thick, the mahogany hiding reinforced steel. Beyond lay a spacious and well-furnished reception area, Faust’s executive assistant’s desk empty at this early hour. A set of frosted, glass doors had Faust Crespo, CEO written in gold lettering.

The German led Augustine and his women across the room to the glass doors. The other two bodyguards brought up the rear. The ecstatic tremble of the feminine voice shook the priest. He drew in a deep breath, eager to meet the reclusive billionaire who was said to suffer from porphyria and could not expose his skin to sunlight.

The doors opened. Faust stood at the large windows, looking out at the slumbering city of Chicago. He was a tall man with a powerful presence. He turned, dressed in a tailored, black, Italian suit and blood-red tie, a glass held in his hand. A red, thick liquid brimmed in it.

Shock hit Augustine as Faust drank not a rich, red wine but blood. Vampire.

The demon Jezebel had prepared for this moment. Father Augustine hadn’t accepted the truth of his situation. He would. Remember the rewards. He has to be protected, and the rewards will be so worth it. Young, hot cunt on your dick. Busty MILFs sucking on your cock behind their husbands’ backs. You just have to have faith in me. Relax.


She flooded his mind with fantasies of mother and daughter sixty-nining, licking his cum out of each other’s taboo cunts. This will be yours. Trust me. Serve me, and you shall experience delights only the most perverse could imagine.

Lust flooded the priest. He wanted that perverse delight. His corruption outweighed his conscience. Yes. I will do anything for that.

Good. Now let me speak to Faust.

The priest didn’t fight as she seized control of his body. Her full possession wouldn’t last long. Augustine was too much of a free agent for that. But, it would be enough for her to speak directly to her client and warn him of the danger. As she took control, the priest’s posture shifted and changed as her feminine demeanor took over. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips.

“Well, you are still doing well for yourself, Faust,” Jezebel purred through the priest’s baritone. She strode from the priest’s sluts. They gasped and whispered awed prayers, no doubt believing the Holy Ghost had possessed their priest.

Useful idiots.

“Yes, our bargain has been more than satisfactory.” He held up his glass of blood to her.

Jezebel shook her head. “It would only make my host vomit when I released control.”

“Yes, yes, humans and their petty, biological reactions.”

“You were one of those humans once.” Jezebel placed the priest’s hand on Faust’s shoulder. “Mmm, what a gorgeous boy you had been.”

“Are you here just to reminisce? My next tribute isn’t due for a year.”

“There is a threat brewing. Heaven has found a way to strike at you.”

“So there are holes in our agreement.” Faust took another sip of his blood. It stained his lips. “Why am I not surprised.”

“And that’s why I have tainted this priest and recruited whores for him. He shall defeat the threat for you.”

“You’ve made the women into familiars?” Faust arched an eyebrow. “And Heaven let you get away with that?”

“An angel was naughty. She broke the rules and gifted me a large intercession. I used it well. Though Father Augustine would still have protected you without it. He knows the threat facing you.”

Faust eyes narrowed. “I planned on killing the good father. I guess that’s out of the question.”

“Definitely. He’s your new ally.”

“So, what is this threat? Has a host of Knights Venator been dispatched with an angel leading the van?”

“A pair of vampires.”

“That’s it. Dante, Joe, and Karl can handle them.” He motioned to the three guards. “They’re thralls. Strong, quick, and trained.”

“And these vampires are former hunters.”

Faust’s eyebrows narrowed. “Who are these Hunters? And how did Heaven stomach using a pair of vampires, even if they were fallen agents?”

“Damien and Abigail D’Angelo. Some of the best. As vampires, they’ll deci—”

Faust burst into laughter. Jezebel seethed at the mocking tone. Anger flared through her and into Father Augustine’s body. The priest clenched his fist and straightened his back. He almost burst out of her control.

“Why are you laughing, Faust?”

“I have already killed Damien, and Abigail is my thrall. I turned her.”

Jezebel hissed. “You went after a pair of hunters?”

“Hunters that killed so many of my beautiful children. Starting with Vincent.” Faust face twisted. “So I baited a trap for Abigail, turned her, and sent her home. She turned her husband and bound him for me. I cuckold Damien over and over then left him bound for the sun to finish off. He died at dawn.”

“He did not.” Jezebel struggled to control he anger. “That was the angelic intercession I felt. That bitch Aurora kept him alive. Damien fed and turned in his house. Girls seen after dawn went missing in there. He’s here in Chicago, and he’ll be out for blood.”

“I … see.” Faust’s jaw twitched.

“No, you don’t. That’s how Heaven found their opportunity. You involved yourself in mortal’s lives. Damien and Abigail are free to seek vengeance against a vampire that attacked them without receiving Heaven’s instructions. It bypassed my protection. You created this mess.”

“Well, I still have Abigail.”

“Good. Where?”

“I left her at a party. She is being … punished.” A smile crossed his lips. “I let the humans fuck her and degrade her. Then she’ll have to spend the day in that mansion, lurking from the sun while drenched in their cum. It’s a very open place with lots of windows. She will have to work hard not to die. I have cameras set up to watch. I have been looking forward to it”

“You need her under your direct control.”

Faust nodded. “Yes, yes. If Damien has any vestiges of his old self left, she can be used against him.”

The doors opened. A tall, female vampiress walked in wearing a tight, black skirt and low-cut blouse. She was pale and lovely, her heels clicked as she crossed the floor. She moved with the grace of a hungry predator.

“Lynette, the sun will rise soon,” Faust said. “What are you doing here?” He glanced at Jezebel. “My secretary. Vincent sired her. His first child. He turned her just after she became eighteen, preserving her beauty.”

“Sir, the security company at the mansion just phoned us,” Lynette said. “Their alarms went off. None of the guards are answering.”

Faust’s lips tightened. “Have you tried to call over there?”

“No one is answering, not even Trenton and Al.”

“Damien,” cursed Jezebel. Her control over the priest slipped. “Expect him to know a way of severing your control over Abigail.”

Faust turned to the window. The horizon lightened as dawn approached. “He will not be coming in the daytime. Your priest must find his lair and kill him before nightfall.”

“He will,” Jezebel said and then her control slipped away.


Abigail laughed as the SUV roared off. Blood lust and excitement burned through the vampiress. She was free of Faust, reunited with her husband, and violence was in the air. She glanced at the mansion. Every human that had abused her was dead, killed by Damien’s harem.

Her husband had been busy in the twenty-four hours since they had parted.

Abigail squeezed her thighs together. They were sticky with Damien’s cum and her pussy juices. She sat naked on the seat. She leaned back and rolled down the window, thrusting her foot outside, letting the wind roll over her toes and down her leg to caress her naked pussy.

She delighted in the sensation.

Damien’s eyes glanced over at her as he drove. She shuddered and her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. His nostrils flared as he scented her excitement. Everything was enhanced as a vampire—smells, touches, tastes, sex, violence.

“Do you hear those sirens?” Damien asked. “They’re coming for us.”

“Innocent mortals, Sir,” Aurora said from the back. The corrupted angel’s body was splattered in blood of the mortals she butchered inside.

“Yes, yes,” Damien said. “We’ll try not to kill them.”

“Try,” pouted Abigail.

“We’re still Knights Venator. We’ll protect the humans. We just don’t have to worry about … collateral any longer.”

“And what if I’m hungry?”

“No one begrudges the shepherd taking a lamb from the flock to feed his family.”

Abigail shuddered and licked her lips. “Ooh, yes. Family. Is that what we have here?” She glanced at the angel and the two vampiresses in the back. Mary’s black dress was soaked in blood and Rosa’s golden-brown body was smeared in it. Abigail scented dozens of different humans blood on them. “Are we a family?”

“We’re whatever Sire wants to call us,” answered Rosa.

“We’re a kinky family,” giggled Mary. “Mmm, especially with Britney and Vickie. Blood and milk, Miss Abigail, that’s a wonderful combination. Wait until you try it.”

“I can’t wait.”

“My feisty redhead,” grinned Damien.

Ahead, the first patrol car appeared.

Lights flared as the cop car tuned sideways to block the street and slow their approach. Abigail’s sharp gaze let her see across the distance and peer into the car. She caught the officers gaze and a thought popped into her head.

Can I mesmerize him from here?

She concentrated and sent out will. Move. The one word focused in her mind as she held the cops gaze. The cop car accelerated forward. Smoke squealed from the tires as they peeled out. The car lurched over the curb and smashed into a wrought iron fences.

“Mesmerizing gaze?” Damien asked.

She nodded. “You?”


Abigail laughed, her toes curling as the dangled out the window. She shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet cunt. “Show me what you can do on the next cop, dear.”

Abigail dug her fingers into her pussy. Pleasure shuddered through her. She was free of morality and all that bullshit. She would hunt other monsters because it was exciting. It made her heart beat and her cunt wet. Her pussy clenched on her fingers as the next Chicago P.D. car roared around the corner.

Force hollowed out from the car, unseen save for the disturbance it caused in the air. The force slammed into the front, left fender of the turning car. Metal crunched and rubber squealed as the cop car lurched to the side. It’s rear end fishtailed around. Damien cut the wheel hard to the right and swerved around the crashing cop car.

Mary whooped in the back. “Sire kicked his ass just by looking at him.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Abigail. She loved the wet, juicy squish her fingers made as they fucked deeper into her cunt. She had three and slipped in a fourth, savoring her cunt stretching open. “How hard was that to do?”

“Hard,” Damien growled. “I hear more sirens. From up ahead.”

“What can you do, Rosa?” Abigail asked.

“Not sure. I can kill.” She glanced at the horizon. Abigail followed Rosa’s gaze. It lightened. More excitement poured into Abigail. “Sun’s coming, Sire. I bet it will be spectacular when it rises.

“We’ll make it to safety,” Abigail moaned, her pleasure building.

“Maybe.” Damien turned the SUV hard and punched the accelerator.

“I can hear the cop car coming, Sire,” Mary purred. “Want me to take care of the next one?”

“Yes,” Damien growled. He glanced right and left as he barreled through an intersection. A car honked a horn and tires squealed.

“Go fuck them up, you slut,” Abigail moaned, her pleasure building. “Mmm, you were the biggest slut at our church.”

“The absolute biggest,” Mary agreed as she opened the door.

Abigail ground the heel of her hand on her clit and her eyes fluttered. Death lurked less than thirty minutes away. She was dead, but she felt so alive. Her blood screamed through her veins. She groaned as her pussy clenched on her fingers.

Mary leaped from the SUV. She landed beside it at a dead run. She kept pace with the SUV. Mary made keeping up with the racing SUV look like a light jog. She practically skipped, her blood-matted, black hair flying behind her. Abigail groaned at the sight of the vampiress.

“Covered in blood. How gorgeous.”

Damien glanced at Mary. “Yes, she is.”

“Hurry back, slut,” Abigail moaned. “I want to lick some of that blood from your body.”

Mary laughed and then she darted ahead as a blur. Strobing lights flashed ahead as another cop car approached. Mary’s streak slammed into the cop car. Even with Abigail’s enhanced vision, she couldn’t be sure how the vampiress hit the car. But at the speed Mary ran, the impact was spectacular. The front fender crumbled and the hood bulged. The car spun in circles as it screeched through the intersection and crashed into a traffic light.

The metal pole fell. Damien pressed the accelerator to the floor and blazed through the intersection. It crashed behind them in a burst of sparks.

“Nice,” Rosa laughed. “She’s a cannonball.”

“A smart use of force,” agreed Aurora.

“Wow, I impressed the angel.” Mary had returned and ran beside the car just outside Abigail’s window.

“Aurora, a chopper’s approaching,” Damien said. “Mary, get your ass in here. My wife wants to lick blood off of you.”

“Yes,” Mary moaned and pivoted. She grabbed the roof and swung her legs through the open window. Her body twisted and she landed on Abigail’s lap. “Hi. I fucked your husband. Several times.”

“You naughty slut,” laughed Abigail.

The angel’s wings flapped as she soared from the open door. Rosa slammed it shut while Abigail licked up the drying blood covering Mary’s cleavage. Abigail savored the flavor of five different humans mixed together.

She licked again, her tongue leaving swaths of pale flesh uncovered amid the crimson paint. The salty, coppery flavor burst inside Abigail’s mouth. Her pussy clenched on her fingers and an orgasm exploded through her.

Abigail sank her teeth into Mary’s breasts, sampling the vampiress’s blood. Mary shuddered on Abigail’s lap. Fresh and drying blood mixed in Abigail’s mouth. She licked up both as the pleasure rushed through her body. She ripped open Mary’s blouse, her pink nipples, untouched by blood, spilled out.

Abigail bit and sucked. She groaned around the nipple as her pleasure crashed through her body. Mary gasped and squirmed. The younger vampiress ground her wet pussy into Abigail’s armed pinned between their bodies. The juices trickled down to Abigail’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, yes. Sire, you have such a wicked wife.”

“I know,” he grinned. His hand reached over and squeezed Abigail’s thigh. “Enjoy the slut, hun?”

“Oh, I plan on enjoying all your sluts,” purred Abigail. She licked up more blood on her way to Mary’s neck. Abigail bit again, drinking more of the vampiress’s blood. There was an exciting tang to it. The blood didn’t feed Abigail’s hunger, not like a human’s, but it was still intimate and dark.

“Abigail,” sighed Mary. “That’s nice. Ooh, yes. I’m going to cum. Keep sucking my blood.”

“I have no one to make me cum,” pouted Rosa.

In the air above, an engine wined. The thwop of the helicopter blades slowed. Abigail pulled her lips away to watch the police chopper descended, smoke billowing from the engine cowling. It wasn’t crashing, but auto-rotating down. A moment later, the roof of the SUV groaned as Aurora landed. The angel swung into the car through an open window.

“I ripped out the gear box,” Aurora answered. “They should be able to land fine.”

“You didn’t kill them?” pouted Rosa.

“Not everyone has to die.”

“It’s more fun when they do, though,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, Aurora, you have a delicious mouth. I bet you would love to lick my pussy.”

“I think we’re clear,” Damien said. “The sirens are roaring behind us. It sounds like they’re moving away.”

“Fifteen minutes to sunrise,” Mary purred. “How close are we?”

“Ten minutes. And morning traffic’s starting.”


Aurora the Corrupted Angel licked her lips as Rosa’s naked, blood-drenched body spread out on the roomy back seat. Her legs spread. The Hispanic vampiress’s flushed vulva split apart, revealing her pink, juicy depths.

“Devour me,” Rosa moaned.

Aurora had never licked a pussy before. Homosexuality was a grave sin in Heaven. She had angelic lovers before, but always male. Now she hungered for the forbidden. Her hands reached out while her wings flapped behind her. She smeared the blood down Rosa’s thighs as the angel reached for the vampiress’s pussy.

“Yes, work that blood into my cunt so you can lick it out,” groaned Rosa.

Aurora didn’t hunger for blood, but sexual fluids. And Rosa’s cunt brimmed with them. Aurora leaned down and pressed her face into Rosa’s pussy. She licked the tart juices and coppery blood up, her angelic wings rustling.

“Ooh, Angel sex,” purred Mary from the front seat.

“Hot, nasty, lesbian angel sex,” groaned Rosa, squeezing her blood-stained tits.

“Get your mouth on my cock, slut,” growled Damien.

“Yes, Sire.”

As Mary sucked noisily on Damien’s cock, with wicked commentary from Abigail, Aurora delved her tongue into Rosa’s silky depths. The angel reveled in her first time with a woman. She let her tongue lick through all the delicate folds. Her fingers spread Rosa’s labia wide apart so the angel could gaze at the pink depths before she nuzzled and explored.

“Lord, I’m going to devour this cunt.” Aurora leaned in and licked.

She loved it. Her tongue licked up the blood diluted into the pussy. A pink froth that melted on her mouth and made her own cunt clench. Rosa moaned and undulated her hips, grinding against Aurora’s licking mouth.

“That’s it, angel slut, love my cunt. Mmm, yes. That’s what you want. What you need. You’re an angel slut looking to lick my pussy until I cum.”

The car turned and slowed. Aurora shifted on the seat and grasped Rosa to keep from falling off. She never stopped licking. The car rocked as it drove onto the sidewalk. Metal crunched and someone screamed outside.

Aurora didn’t care what sort of reckless tactics Damien used to get them back to the club. Sunlight would kill the vampires. It might even kill her. Aurora understood so little about what had happened to her.

An angel had never been fed upon by a vampire before. She was something new.

And she hungered for all manner of sex. She lusted for it. She had to experience it. Enjoy it. She pressed her lips tighter into Rosa’s cunt. She licked and tongued her twat, gathering up all the juices while the vampiress moaned her delight.

“Sun’s getting closer,” Abigail purred. “Ooh, we might die together. You’ll have a woman’s mouth on your cock when you die.”

Damien laughed. “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll make it. That’ll piss off the sun.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Rosa moaned. “The beautiful sun. The horizon’s getting so bright. I want to see it.”

“Is she a daywalker?” Abigail asked.

“Maybe,” Rosa moaned. “Oh, yes. I don’t know if the sun will harm me, but I do know I’m going to cum if this angel-slut keeps licking me. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Make me explode. If I die, I want to die cumming on your sweet lips.”

“Yes,” panted Abigail.

Mary sucked harder on Damien’s cock, slurping loud. Aurora matched the vampiress’s enthusiasm, licking and nuzzling at Rosa’s flesh, drinking up all the vampiress’s excitement as it poured out of her cunt right into Aurora’s hungry mouth.

The SUV turned again. Damien laid on the car horn. You could never tell he had his cock in Mary’s mouth the way he drove with reckless skill. Aurora wanted to watch, but then she would have to stop devouring Rosa’s snatch and feasting on her juices.

Rosa bucked into the angel’s licking mouth. Aurora could feel the pleasure swelling in the vampiress’ depths, a growing tide which would soon consume Rosa with bliss. Aurora yearned for that explosion. She burned to drink the sexual energy and fluids gushing out of Rosa’s cunt.

The angel smeared blood on her fingers before working them between Rosa’s butt-cheeks. She found the vampiress’s puckered sphincter and thrust, the blood lubing the way. Rosa’s tight bowels clenched on the angel’s fingers.

“You wicked angel,” gasped Rosa, her bowels clenching on Aurora’s proving fingers. The vampiress pulled hard on her nipples, stretching out the brown nubs. Her head tossed back. “You’re such an angel-slut.”

“Cum, god-damn you,” hissed Aurora before latching her hungry lips on Rosa’s clit.

Aurora bit the sensitive nub. The pleasure sparked an explosion inside the vampiress.

“You fucking angel-slut. Fuck, yes. You whore. Damn, you know how to devour hot cunt.”

Aurora didn’t answer. The angel’s wings flapped as she drank the gushing, tart juices pouring out of Rosa’s cunt. The angel devoured them, the sexual energy replacing what she expended in the fight. The juices drenched her face.

So wonderful. Lord, I could bathe in cunt cream and jizz.

Aurora’s own orgasm burst through her cunt.


Britney Lawson rolled black paint over the windows of the loft. It was thick paint, used for coating a house’s exterior. She and Vickie worked fast, sliding their rollers through the paint and coating the windows.

They started on the eastern wall, and now she was on the north while Vickie painted the south. There were so many windows. They had worked without break since their master left to save Abigail. Britney’s back ached and sweat dripped from her body. Fatigue burned in her limbs.

She ignored the pain. She would keep working. She had to make the loft safe for her master and his vampiresses. Britney was a thrall. She lived to obey and serve the vampire that had transformed her virgin body. She was more than human, blessed with more stamina and swift recovery. She replenished lost blood swiftly and her breasts constantly lactated.

They were full of milk, another ache she had to ignore.

“Where are they?” Vickie asked. “The horizon’s getting bright.”

“Master is coming. He’ll be here.” Britney rolled her brush through the black paint and went to work on the next window. “He’s awesome, you know. I mean, even as a human. Him and Abigail both. So just keep painting. Leave the worrying to Master. We have our job to do.”

“Right,” Vickie nodded. The African-American bent down and poured more paint into her tray. “I’m glad I followed him out of the convenient store. Being fed on is so exciting.”

Britney’s pussy clenched. “Yes, it is. So we need to keep working if we want our vampires to feed on is again.”


Damien erupted into Mary’s sucking mouth as he barreled through downtown. He sent out his telekinesis and knocked over a traffic light, blocking the one-way street crossing ahead. He droved the SUV onto the sidewalk then barreled through the intersection.

Dawn was only minutes away. The horizon was bright. His heart beat with excitement as they flirted with death. Would they make it? Damien did not know. He reached out and took Abigail’s hand.

If we die, we’ll burn together.

Abigail squeezed his had back. She gazed intently ahead. At the next intersection, cross traffic had a green light. A car just entering the intersection jerked hard left and crashed into a truck in the next lane, blocking traffic.

“Go,” she grinned, her eyes alive and hypnotic.

Damien gunned through the intersection. “My wife is amazing!”

“There it is,” squealed Mary, the vampiress bouncing as she knelt between Damien and Abigail’s seats. “We’re close.”

“So’s the dawn,” Damien growled.

His heart hammered. At any moment the sun’s rays would pop over the horizon. The light grew brighter in the rear view mirror. The brick building that houses the club Risqué on the first floor loomed. The windows on the second, the loft apartment he occupied, were blackened.

“It’s coming,” Rosa moaned, “to free me. I can walk in the lights. The rays won’t hurt me.”

“Just the rest of us,” Damien snarled.

“Sorry, Sire. I can’t stop that.”

Damien cut the wheel hard, turning into the alleyway. Tires squealed. Golden light flared down the road as he drove into the building’s shadow. Behind him, dawn’s light painted the road. He slammed on the brakes and the SUV screeched to a halt.

Damien laughed. They had done it. They made it back to the loft. The sun could not touch them in the buildings shadows. Abigail leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips. Her fangs bit him, his blood staining their kiss, sharing his life force.

Abigail broke the kiss. Damien, you drove like a maniac. “I loved it. Let’s get inside and fuck. I’m so horny. Damn, you make driving sexy.”

Damien’s dick throbbed. “I have a surprise for you.”


“Vickie. She still has her cherry.” Damien leaned over. “She’s waiting to be plucked.”

Abigail shuddered. “After we dispose of your SUV. Leaving it parked here won’t work. The cop’s will find it. And you know who they’ll be answering to.”

Damien smiled. Nothing had really changed with Abigail. His wife was still in there, remembering her operational security. If the sun wasn’t coming up, it would have been a mistake to even drive the SUV straight here.

But living trumped that concern.

“Rosa, go upstairs, gather your clothing, and drive the SUV to near your apartment. Dump it. Shower, get ready for work. I want you showing up at your realty office. I don’t want anyone connecting your midnight meeting lat night to me.”

“Yes, Sire,” Rosa said, her face tightening.

“And no feeding,” Abigail added.

“Do I follow her orders, Sire?”

“Yes. No feeding. No drawing attention to us. You’re a daywalker. Lucky you.” Damien grinned at her. “When you get off work, return here. We’ll begin planning Faust’s death.”

Abigail moaned, “Yes.”

They piled out of the SUV. Sunlight blanketed both ends of the alley, a prison of purity that would keep them trapped. Damien only hoped Britney and Vickie’s paint job was thorough. An errant shaft of light peaking through could kill one of them.

Abigail joined him, striding with naked confidence. Damien scooped her up in his arms. She was even lighter with his enhanced strength. They had been both reborn, given new lives, and it felt right to carry his vampiric bride across the threshold.

She squirmed in his arms and smiled at him, her red hair dangling from her head. He would never again get to see the sunlight burnishing her hair.

The door opened before Damien reached it. A naked Britney, milk leaking from her breasts and paint staining her hands and face, beamed at them. “You saved her, Master.”

“We’re so happy,” Vickie said. She also had paint staining her chocolate-brown skin. She knelt naked by several mattresses. Vickie looked up from smoothing out black sheets on the mattresses and smiled. There were no other furnishings in the loft.

My eyes flicked across the windows. They were all painted black. None had any gaps. Damien set down Abigail. “You did good, Thralls.” He stared at Vickie. The sweet scent of her virgin blood beckoned. “Very good.”

“Mistress,” gasped Britney as Abigail seized her big tits. The vampiress squeezed and milk squirted out, adorning Abigail’s round breasts and dusky nipples. A moment later, Abigail bent down and bit into Britney’s areola, nursing milk and blood at the same time. “Yes, yes, Mistress. Mmm, that’s wonderful. I’m so glad he saved you.”

“Mmm, and I’m so glad Damien claimed you,” Abigail purred. “I saw your hot eyes on my husband before. Being claimed by him must have been your dreams come alive.”

“Mostly,” smiled Britney. “They didn’t include him feeding on me. But the sex … better than I could imagine.”

Damien strolled to Vickie. She smiled. “Is it time to claim me, Master? I can feel your need.”

Abigail suckled again, purring in delight. Damien watched his wife nurse, savoring the mix of blood and milk scenting the air. Vickie went to work on stripping his clothing. She cooed in delight as she unveiled his muscular body. Her fingers were so much warmer than his flesh, almost burning his sensitive skin.

He savored it. His dick throbbed hard.

“I’m so ready to be claimed by you, Master,” Vickie moaned as she knelt to unlace his boots.

Britney shuddered. Mary watched, already naked and fingering her snatch. Abigail hefted Britney’s other tit. Mary swooped in, latching on and making the blonde thrall moan in pure delight. Her head tossed back and she shivered and gasped.

Vickie pulled off his boots then removed his black fatigues. His cock came out. Her hands grasped it. She stroked his shaft and swallowed the tip. His body absorbed her heat as she sucked, his balls aching.

“Mmm, I can smell my husband’s precum,” Abigail purred, milk and blood staining her lips. “So, that’s the little virgin slut.”

“Yes,” Damien grinned.

His vampiress strolled to him, leaving Britney and Mary to enjoy each other. Rosa strolled out, a pout on her lips while Aurora lounged on a windowsill, watching and savoring. Her fingers rubbed at her pussy.

Abigail reached Damien. Her fingers ran through dark-black hair. They tightened and held Vickie’s mouth on Damien’s cock. The virgin sucked harder, her tongue swirling about the crown of his cock. Damien groaned as he stared into his wife’s green eyes.

“We need to feast on her body first,” moaned Abigail. “You need to replenish your energy.”

Abigail was not gentle as she ripped Vickie’s mouth from Damien’s cock. The virgin thrall moaned in delight as she was thrown down onto the mattress. Her legs spread wide. Abigail fell between then and bit into her inner thigh. Blood spurted about Abigail’s lips. She lifted her face.

“Feed,” she commanded.

Damien smiled. “Always mothering me.”

“If I didn’t take care of you, who would?”

Damien knelt down between his thrall’s thighs. Her blood pumped out of the her thigh, trickling down her legs to her pussy. The blood mixed with her tangy excitement. Damien lowered his head and licked from her wound to her pussy, savoring the mix of blood and cunt.

“Oh, yes, Master,” sighed the virgin as his tongue licked at her hymen.

Abigail leaned over and sank her fangs into Vickie’s tit. The virgin shuddered and bucked as both vampires fed off of her. Abigail moaned as she drank the blood flowing out of Vickie’s tit. Damien nipped and bit around Vickie’s vulva, welling more blood to mix with her pussy juices.

He devoured the virgin. Damien licked through her folds, gathering up the blood and pussy juices. His body craved the blood. His thrall gave up her life force, she shared it with him. And it was so sweet. He almost didn’t want to pop her cherry.

But he craved to defile her cunt and soil her purity.

He bit into her vulva again. The blood pooling in her sex, engorging her flesh with her excitement, pumped into his mouth. Then he nuzzled into her snatch, licking through her folds and gathering up the tangy pussy juices. He savored both together before swallowing. Her cunt became a pink froth as she moaned and humped into his mouth.

“Master,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, Master. Devour me. Feed from me. It’s my gift to you. I love you, Master.”

“Mmm, what a sweet creature,” Abigail moaned. She bit her way down the slope of Vickie’s tit, leaving small, welling wounds beading with crimson. The Vampiress reached Vickie’s neck and bit.

“Yes,” Vickie shuddered as Abigail drank deep from the flood.

Vickie spasmed. The ecstasy of the vampires’ bites and the pleasure of Damien’s tongue licking her pussy crashed together. She bucked on the mattress as her orgasm burst through her. She gasped and shuddered, her hot juices flooding into Damien’s hungry mouth.

Damien drank them down, spiced by her blood. He loved her moans and cries. His dick ached so hard. He was ready to fuck her. He had feasted, satiating one hunger. He had another that craved her innocent flesh.

Damien rose and seized her hips. “Time to lose that innocence, slut.”

“Yes, take me, Master.”

Abigail rose, her cheeks bulging as she held a mouthful of blood. It sheeted down her chin and neck to her pale breasts and stained her dusky nipples. The blood glistened as she straddled Vickie’s face and ground her pussy on the thrall’s mouth.

Vickie didn’t hesitate. She tongued through Abigail’s cunt. Damien smiled and leaned over his thrall as he rubbed his dick against her bloody pussy. Abigail seized his head and pulled Damien in for a kiss.

They shared the thrall’s sweet blood as Damien thrust.

The blood poured down his throat. He groaned into his wife’s coppery kiss as his dick slammed through Vickie’s hymen. The virgin’s moans were muffled as she thrashed and shuddered beneath the two vampires, her pussy stretching around Damien’s girth.

He savored defiling her. He had corrupted almost all his women. Her cunt clenched down on his dick. Her bloody thighs gripped his hip, smearing her life against his body. She humped against him, her body craving more delights.

“Fuck the slut,” moaned Abigail when she broke the kiss. “Cum in her untouched depths.”

Damien fucked Vickie hard. He slammed his dick into the depths of her pussy. She could take it. She was a thrall. Already, the oozing bites decorating her breasts faded, leaving only the drying blood behind.

“Fuck her,” Abigail hissed. “Every time you slam into her cunt, she moans into my pussy.”

“You better make her cum hard, slut,” Damien ordered. “Make my wife howl.”

Abigail’s eyes rolled in her head. She smiled. “Mmm, yes, that’s it, whore. Dig my tongue right through my pussy. I haven’t felt a woman’s mouth tongue me since Lynette.”

Damien almost stopped thrusting. “What?”

“Once,” she groaned. “Before we really were dating. Oh, yes, lick me like Lynette did. She made me cum so hard, but it scared me. I didn’t want to think I was into girls, not when I was hot for you, Damien.”

Damien thrust hard again, picturing his wife and her best friend in high school writhing together. Lynette had been a beautiful creature before Vincent turned her into a vampiress, but she disappeared in the aftermath of his death. Abigail had hunted for her friend but never found a trace of Lynette

“Damn, I wish I had seen that,” groaned Damien.

“I bet you would have liked the both of us in your bed,” gasped Abigail. “Ooh, the old me would never have done that. I never wanted another woman to enjoy that cock.”

“Fuck,” Damien growled. “I’m going to watch you make love to all my women.”

“Over and over.” Abigail arched her back. “Yes, yes, you fucking slut. Lick my twat. Oh, yes.”

“Cum,” Damien growled.

Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she thrashed on Vickie’s mouth. Her blood-stained tits heaved and her moans echoed through the loft. Vickie shuddered and drank down Abigail’s tart juices. Damien drank in the sight of his orgasming wife.

Such a radiant beauty.

“Cum in the slut,” gasped Abigail as she writhed. Her fingernails dug deeper into his flesh. His blood trickled. The pain shot down to his dick, building the pressure.

He fucked Vickie hard, savoring her tight embrace. Her heat burned through his cock. His balls tightened. The vampire snarled as he grew closer and closer to cumming. Abigail bucked a final time, then smiled as her orgasm passed. She leaned against him, pressing her sticky tits to his chest. Her lips found his ear.

“Cum in the slut. She wants it. She needs it. Give it to her.”

Abigail’s tongue licked his ear.

Damien hugged his wife tight as he thrust into his thrall. His balls erupted. His cum pumped into Vickie’s virgin depths. The pleasure boiled through him as he held his wife. He had won her back from Faust.

And now he would kill that bastard.

Vickie gasped and moaned, her pussy milking the cum from his cock as she came. Damien savored the bliss and sank his teeth into Abigail’s neck. The flood of her blood made his final blast of cum shoot rapture through his body.

“We’ll kill him together,” Abigail promised with a low whisper as he was gripped by his orgasm.

“Yes,” he growled.


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