Feature Writer: mypenname3000 /
Feature Title:  The Vampire’s Kiss 10 TO 12 /
Copyright: © 2015 by mypenname3000 /
Link: https://storiesonline.net/s/12934/the-vampires-kiss

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 10: Sinful Holes

The ecstasy of the feminine ghost’s embrace fled Father Hyrum Augustine. He shuddered and blinked as realty leaped back around him. He had moved. He stood by Faust the vampire. The pair were before the large windows that looked out on Chicago. The eastern horizon lightened. The vampire Faust, a wineglass in hand, eyed the priest. Faust sipped from his chalice.

It held wine instead of blood.

Everything had made sense while the ghost controlled the priest’s body. It still made sense. The priest trusted the feminine voice. She had gifted him with his women and promised him more whores. Faust may be a vampire, but he was also a holy creature. One who worked against the forces of darkness. The corrupted Damien and Abigail would come to kill him. They would not stand for such a purity staining another vampire.

Father Augustine had been close to Damien and Abigail in life. He had been their chaplain and mentor. He had ventured into the field with them time and time again, girding them for battle and offering prayers for their victory.

But they had fallen to corruption.

“Are you okay, Father?” Joy asked.

The priest’s three women moved to him. The vampire eyed them but said not a word as they swept around the priest. Father Augustine had given Joy, Samantha, and Donna communion, transforming them into holy warriors.

My sluts.

“You are to be commended on your choices,” Faust said, eyeing the priest’s women. “Such beauty and succulence.”

“I have tamed the wicked holes between their thighs,” the priest answered. He glanced at the female vampiress standing in the center of the office. A lovely, black-haired beauty standing unafraid of the approaching dawn. “A vampiress must be hard to control.”

“I have always had a way with lesser creatures,” Faust answered. “What do you remember while the…”

“Holy ghost,” Father Augustine supplied. The feminine voice laughed in his mind. “She came upon me.”

“Yes, yes, so we could commune. What do you remember of our conversation?”

“Nothing.” The priest’s cock ached. Ecstasy had consumed him. He yearned to experience more of the holy ghost’s embrace. “I only know I’m to protect you from Damien and Abigail. They are dangerous vampires, former Knights Venator.”

“I held Abigail prisoner,” Faust said, showing no concern. “But good Lynette was kind enough to bring a disturbing report. Damien may have freed her. Be a good girl and pull up the security cameras at the mansion.”

“Of course, Sire,” Lynette purred.

“You … sired her?” Father Augustine asked.

“No. It’s an affection. I rescued her after her sire was killed by Damien and Abigail.”

“I knew Abigail well,” Lynette smiled as she knelt at the desk. “Sire, shall I lower the partitions. I do not want to embrace the sunlight this morning.”

“Nor do I. Do it, child.”

Father Augustine stared at Lynette. “You’re the missing friend of Abigail’s? The one turned by Vincent?”

“I was,” she answered and typed into the computer.

Engines hummed to life and metal clanked. Steel partitions dropped down from the ceiling, covering all the windows in segmented bands. The room grew darker and darker as they crashed into place.

“Abigail searched for you.”

“Eager to put me out of my misery like she did Vincent?” Bitterness twisted Lynette’s face. “Or did she want another chance to lick my pussy? I could see it in her eyes. If that damned Damien never came around, she would have been mine.” A shudder ran through Lynette. “I had her once.”

“So if you saw her, you’d give into your whorish sins and fornicate with her?” The priest’s voice grew heated. His dick ached. He needed it sucked. But now wasn’t the time.

“I would rip out her throat and bathe in her blood.” Lynette smiled. “I owe her for killing Vincent. My Sire gifted me with immortality and showed me true pleasure. Abigail took that away from me. I look forward to Faust killing her.” Her fingernails clicked as she typed. “Sire, the security footage.”

“On the main screen.”

Obeying Faust, Lynette clicked with her mouse. In the center of the room, a clear, crystal screen descended, larger than a wide-screen television. Lights projected through it from the ceiling, and security footage appeared in crystal-clear HD. Father Augustine’s years of fighting vampires had given him a strong stomach.

Bodies strewn everywhere on the screen. Blood pooled on the marble floor. Human, men and women both, lay dead. Father Augustine had witnessed before a vampire’s rampage. His expert eyes examined the massacre. He noticed torn throats, bite marks, and, more troubling, sword strokes.

“It was more than vampires,” Father Augustine said. “Someone used a long blade. Look at some of those bodies. Damien would have a machete with him, but I doubt he could do that much damage with one.”

Faust nodded. “Curious. Many dead. They killed the guests, the staff, and the security guards.”

The images flickered, Lynette scrolling through the cameras at a spacious mansion decorated with works of classic art and antique furniture. Every shot had more dead in it. Father Augustine estimated fifty or sixty people. The feminine ghost inside of him hissed her disappointment.

“This … is not good,” Faust said. “The mayor of Chicago, over half the city council, judges, department heads, several Senators and Congressmen, their wives, many of the rich of Chicago. The tribute will be … hard to make.”

Tribute?

The feminine voice soothed the thought from Father Augustine’s voice. Focus on what is important, she whispered. Killing Damien and Abigail.

“There had to be more than Damien and Abigail performing this massacre,” Father Augustine said. “Two more vampires. He has been busy since he was sired. Maybe more than two. And the sword wielder.”

“And you can handle this?” Faust did not sound nervous. He sipped at his wine.

“Yes.” Father Augustine didn’t know why he believed that, but he knew his women had been changed. They had been gifted with strength, reflexes, and fighting skills. “Can we watch the slaughter. We can figure out more, such as the numbers we face.”

“Lynette,” Faust said.

Keys typed. A mouse clipped. “The hard drives are missing. Damien must have removed them before he left. We only have the live feed.”

Faust took another drink of his wine. The corner of his eye twitched.

“Dawn approaches,” Father Augustine said. “They will have retreated to a safe house.”

“Find it.” Faust turned to Father Augustine. “I’ll have the police reports on the situation sent to you.”

“It’ll be a lot,” Lynette answered. “I’m listening to the radio chatter. They’re looking for a Black SUV spotted fleeing the mansion.”

“Damien’s,” Father Augustine supplied.

“And they’ve had several crashed squad cars trying to pursue the suspects and their police chopper had a mechanical malfunction. They lost the SUV heading towards downtown.”

“The police never would have stopped him,” Faust said. “And it is too much to hope that Damien and Abigail failed to reach their safe house before dawn.”

“It would be, Sire.”

“Escort Father Augustine and his women to an office so he may begin to research where Damien has fled. Give him everything that we get from the Chicago PD. I want you liaising with the police commissioner.”

“I saw him dead on the camera, Sire.”

“His deputy then.” Faust’s eye twitched again. “Father, find Damien and his whores, kill them, and bring me back their heads and you can have whatever you wish.”

More women to share your communion with, promised the feminine ghost. You just have to kill Damien, Abigail, and rescue Britney. Mother and daughter together.

Father Augustine groaned and glanced at Donna Lawson. He burned to see the MILF and her daughter writhing in taboo passion. His dick throbbed even harder in his pants. He had to fuck one of his women before he exploded.

“The office, vampiress?”

Lynette gave him a tight smile before she rose from Faust’s desk. She had gorgeous calves and a tight ass. “Follow me, Father.”

He did, staring at that gorgeous rump beneath Lynette’s tight skirt. She swayed as she strutted. He knew her flesh was unclean, but that didn’t make him want her any less. His dick tented the front of his black cassock.

“She tempts you, Father,” Donna whispered. “Wicked of her.”

“She’s a whore,” Samantha added. “A vile hussy.”

“I am,” Lynette laughed. “And I love it. You will not tame the hole between my thighs, Father. No one can.”

“You haven’t heard him preach,” Joy moaned. “The Father’s sermons will convince you differently. He preached to us all and now we’re his.”

“With that cock tenting the front of his robes?” Lynette asked, pausing before a door. She pulled out a key card and swiped it. “Is that all it took to turn the three of you into his sluts?”

“His warrior women,” Donna hissed.

Lynette smirked. “Security will bringing you badges. There is a computer in there. Create a user name and password. It is set up for guests to use who need immediate access. I hope you know how to use a computer, Father.”

“I do,” Samantha huffed.

“Good. On the network, you’ll find the shared files. The information will be in the folder labeled Chicago PD. I will make the calls to have them deposit their police reports.” Lynette flashed a vicious smile. “Good day, Father.”

He watched her ass sway as she marched to the elevator. I could tame her hole with my cock.

The feminine ghost laughed inside him.

“Let me ease your temptation, Father,” Donna purred, rubbing at his cock through his cassock as they entered the office. “Let Samantha do all the boring work.”

“I’m more than happy to,” Samantha smiled, pushing up her glasses as she headed to the computer. “Donna, Donna, Donna,” Father Augustine smiled. “You are a sinful, wanton creature. How many times did you really cheat on your husband?”

“I was weak a few times,” the MILF purred. She fell to her knees and gripped the hem of his cassock. She pulled up the black fabric until his cock spilled out before her face. She licked the tip. “I tried not to be, but I couldn’t help myself. I ached to be wicked. I was a whore, just like you said, Father. Thank you for taming my desires.”

Father Augustine groaned and pictured blonde, Britney Lawson kneeling beside her mother, looking like a younger version of the mature beauty tonguing and nibbling on his cock. Patience and she will be yours, whispered the feminine ghost. Mother and daughter together, serving you in the fight against evil.

“Amen,” breathed the priest as the pleasure raced up his cock.

Donna’s lips engulfed his dick as Joy walked up behind him and peeled off the rest of his cassock. His body rippled with muscles. He was fit at forty-eight, but every moment with his woman and the ghost made him feel younger and younger.

Joy pressed her body against his back. She had stripped naked. Her wet pussy and hard nipples caressed him as she kissed at his shoulders. Her hips undulated, smearing her hot flesh across his ass. A low moan escaped her lips and sent a shiver straight down the priest’s body to the tip of his cock buried in Donna’s mouth.

“Mmm, let us satiate your body,” purred Joy. “That wicked Lynette flaunted herself. She dressed like a sinful hussy.”

“Such a hussy,” agreed Samantha as her fingers typed away on the keyboard.

Donna only sucked harder. His balls boiled. He was close to cumming already. Lynette excited him. What would a Vampiress be like to fuck? Maybe I don’t have to kill Abigail. Just put down her husband and tame her.

Maybe, the feminine voice whispered. It would take considerable power though. But she would make a delicious whore.

“On your hands and knees, Donna,” growled the priest. “I’m not spilling in your mouth. I want a different hole.”

“Yes, Father,” Donna moaned after popping her mouth off his dick.

The MILF spun about. She lifted up her skirt, flashing her naked ass and pussy covered by her blonde curls, matted with her excitement. Her tangy musk filled the priest nose as he dropped to his knees behind her, his cock smacking against her butt.

He needed to fuck that asshole.

His hands pried apart the married MILF’s butt-cheeks. He spat onto her brown sphincter. Good enough for a whore. The priest placed his wet cock at the entrance and shoved into her tight bowels. The whore moaned and shuddered as he slammed into her depths.

“Father,” gasped Donna. Her back arched and her bowels clenched down on his thrusting dick. “Keep yourself holy, Father. Unburden yourself into my asshole. Don’t let that vile temptress lead you to sin.”

“You have to stay pure, Father,” agreed Joy.

The young slattern stood beside them, rubbing her fingers through the shaved lips of her pussy. The young woman’s round breasts shook as the pleasure rippled through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a low moan.

“Fuck her hard, Father.”

“Yes,” growled the priest as his balls smacked into Donna’s taint.

Father Augustine drew back his cock and slammed into the tight grip of the married whore’s bowels. Donna shuddered with every thrust. She clenched and relaxed her asshole’s grip on his cock as she savored his thrusts. Her hips undulated and pressed back into his thrusts.

Her tight, velvety bowels caressed the tip of his cock. The priest groaned. The pleasure shot through him. He groaned through grit teeth. His eyes rolled back into his head as he savored the pleasure coursing through his bowels. Her tight, velvety cunt gripped him and drove him wild, compelling him to slam his cock faster and faster into her depths.

“Father,” gasped the woman. “Yes, yes, father. Oh, yes. That’s what I need. Fuck me. Pound me. Make me explode. Oh, yes. I’m so hot for you.”

The meaty thwack of his balls resounded through the room as the priest used her asshole to satiate his desires. He closed his eyes, picturing first Lynette slamming her perky ass back into him, then Abigail, her red hair flying.

Fuck my cunt, Father, he imagined the wild vampiress moaning. Your cock is so much thicker than my husband’s. Ooh, yes. Damien’s dick is so pathetic. If only I knew, I would have fucked you years ago. Killing vampires always made me so wet. So wanton.

And now I’m yours. Abigail shuddered in his fantasy, her bowels clenching and spasming about his dick as she came like a whore. We’ll fight evil and I’ll get so wet for you. You’ll love my cunt. Nothing’s better than fucking a vampire’s cunt.

Donna moaned, but the priest didn’t hear her as he pounded her faster and faster, lost to his fantasy of enjoying the redhead wife of his former friend. Abigail would shudder and cum so hard on his cock. He would use her holes to satiate his desires.

“You wanton, married whore,” Father Augustine growled at Abigail.

“I am,” Donna answered.

The priest slammed into Donna’s bowels and came, wishing it was Abigail’s sweet asshole he invaded. His body shuddered as the pleasure flowed through him. He growled through clenched teeth as his cock pumped blast after blast of cum into her bowels.

“Oh, yes, Father Augustine,” panted Donna.

“Yes, yes, rid yourself of temptation in her hole,” moaned Joy.

The priest opened his eyes. Joy shuddered and juices squirted out between her fingers to flood down her naked thighs. The priest sighed, his body almost floating with the power of his orgasm. He drew out his cock.

“Lick the slut clean,” the priest groaned as he stood.

“Yes, Father,” Joy moaned and fell to her knees.

Her blonde hair fell about Donna’s asshole. The MILF groaned as Joy licked up the priest’s cum. Father Augustine paused, staring at the bliss shuddering across Donna’s face as she had her ass eaten out by Joy.

Joy has blonde hair like Britney.

The priest’s dick hardened as he wished it was busty Britney cleaning his cum out of her mother’s tight asshole. He stroked his dick, still dirty from Donna’s ass, as he watched Joy. He couldn’t see her face from behind, only her blonde hair.

She has almost the same shade of hair as Britney.

“That’s it, slut,” growled the Priest as he knelt behind Joy. “Clean her ass up, Slut.” Clean your mother’s ass of all my jizz.

“Yes, Father,” moaned Joy.

I love licking your cum out of my mom’s ass, moaned Britney in the priest’s imagination. I’m so glad you rescued me from Damien. He was terrible. His cock was so small. Not like yours. I love it when you fuck me while I lick your cum from my mom’s asshole.

“Wanton whore,” growled the priest and he slammed his dick into Joy’s asshole. “Clean the filth from Donna’s ass.”

“Yes, Father,” moaned Joy, her wet cunt clenching down on his cock.

He closed his eyes, imagining it was Britney’s sweet pussy wrapped about his dick. Her tight, hot cunt washing her mother’s ass from his cock. The priest shuddered as the fantasy consumed him. His balls smacked over and over into Joy’s cunt, making the woman moan.

“Father,” Samantha said, drawing the priest out of his fantasy. “The cops definitely lost Damien heading into downtown.”

The priest groaned and opened his eyes. His hips never stopped fucking his dirty cock in and out of Joy’s asshole. “He’ll want some place to hold up. Someplace for rent. Check the listings in downtown for spaces to rent. Not apartment buildings. No. He wouldn’t want nosy neighbors. And he’s a vampire. He’ll want access to easy prey. And it won’t be a popular place to rent.”

“I’ll start making a list,” Samantha answered.

“Good,” the priest groaned and closed his eyes, returning to his fantasy of fucking Britney as she licked his cum out of her mother’s asshole. His balls boiled. He savored the taboo thrill. His hands clutched tight on Joy’s hips as he fucked her faster and faster.

He would rescue Abigail and Britney from Damien. He would make them both his. A vampiress and the sexy, barely legal coquette. He wanted them both. They had teased him with their bodies for years.

It was time they satiated his lusts.

xxxxx

Abigail licked her lips as Damien pulled his dick out of Vicky’s deflowered cunt. The former virgin’s tongue still stroked through Abigail’s pussy, eager to please the wife of her Master. Hunger seized Abigail to devour her husband’s cum as it leaked out of the Thrall’s cunt.

She leaned over and licked the tip of her husband’s dick. Her fangs sank into the crown of his cock, drinking blood, cum, and Vicky’s tangy juices. Damien groaned. His hands stroked through her red hair as she sucked hard.

“Abagail,” he growled in ecstasy.

“Mmm, delicious,” she purred, releasing his cock and leaning down to tongue at Vicky’s slit.

“Tease,” he panted.

With the flavor of her husband’s blood lingering on Abigail’s lips, she buried her mouth into Vicky’s deflowered cunt. Her virginal blood seasoned the salt of Damien’s jizz leaking out of her pussy and Vickie’s tangy juices.

The combination burst with flavor on Abigail’s tongue. The vampiress drove it deep into Vicky’s hot flesh, licking up their juices as the thrall moaned into Abigail’s pussy. Vicky’s fingers dug into the vampiress’ ass as Abigail pleasured Vicky. The vampiress devoured the creampie Damien left in the thrall. As a human, Abigail occasionally had the fantasy to do just this.

But she never would have acted on it. She had believed foolishly in the sanctity of her marriage vows. But they were just pretty words, meaningless without morality’s chain binding her into puritanical beliefs.

She and Damien were liberated.

“Devour her cunt,” groaned Damien. “Lick up all my cum.”

“Yes,” Abigail moaned between licks of Vicky’s succulent cunt.

Damien’s hands ran through Abigail’s red hair as she licked through Vicky’s cunt. The vampiress shuddered, her hard nipples rubbing on the thrall’s flat stomach. Her body felt so lithe and warm beneath Abigail. Vicky’s heart beat, pumping her sweet blood through her veins.

Abigail nipped Vicky’s vulva. Blood leaked out, mixing in with her tangy juices and Damien’s salty cum. Vicky moaned as Abigail licked up the wonderful combination. The thrall’s life coated Abigail’s tongue before it buried deep into Vicky’s pussy, swirling around. She licked harder at Abigail’s cunt. The thrall’s fingers dug deeper into Abigail’s ass.

“Sir, let me clean your cock,” moaned the angel.

Abigail found Aurora to be a curious creature. An angel corrupted by Abigail’s husband. The angel’s crimson wings flapped as she knelt before Damien. How had he tamed her? He must have fed from her. Abigail watched as Aurora engulfed Damien’s cock, sighing as she sucked while Damien ran his hands through her hair.

“That’s it,” he groaned, drawing back and slamming his dick into her depths.

“Ooh, yes, clean Master’s cock,” Britney moaned in the background, her voice throaty with passion. Abigail’s enhanced senses heard the moaning sucks of Mary feeding on Britney.

Lust burned through the dark loft. Pity Rosa isn’t here to join in. She’s wild.

Rosa, Damien’s other vampiress, flashed through Abigail’s mind. A naked Latina with a golden-brown, flawless body drenched in blood. Rosa reveled in her new unlife. She had killed so many of Abigail’s tormentors, letting their blood paint her body.

Abigail would have loved to lick her clean.

But Rosa was a daywalker, and Damien wanted the vampiress, the realty agent who rented him the loft, at her day job. If she disappeared, suspicions would be aroused. It was smart. Sexual pleasure could not trump operational security. Sloppiness would get them killed. Faust was dangerous and cunning.

Aurora moaned again. Her fingers dug into Damien’s muscular ass as she sucked. The angel feasted on the pussy juices coating his cock. Abigail shuddered on Vicky’s mouth as she watched between licks of the virgin’s snatch.

“She tried to kill me,” Damien said, staring down at Abigail. “She came at me with her sword, burning with righteous vengeance. But she wasn’t as pure as she thought. I could see it in her eyes. She yearned to be mine. To surrender to my cock and let me claim her flesh.”

The angel moaned as Damien’s balls smacked into her lips. He fucked his cock down her throat, using the angel. Abigail’s pussy clenched. The sight inspired her. She ground her cunt harder into Vicky’s licking mouth as the vampiress caressed the thrall’s pussy with nimble fingers.

“You overpowered her?” Abigail asked.

“She stabbed me, but couldn’t kill me,” Damien smiled. “I crawled down her blade. It was agony. I ached so hard. She couldn’t resist my cock any longer. She let me feast and fuck her. I claimed her as mine.”

“You’ve done quite a lot of that,” Abigail noted.

“Jealous.”

“A little.” Abigail licked her lips. “Not of your whores, but your power.”

“Our power.” Damien slammed his dick down Aurora’s throat over and over, his balls slapping against the angel’s chin. The angel moaned and shuddered. “The power that will kill Faust.”

“Yes,” Abigail moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. We’ll feast on his blood together. We’ll tear him apart.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Britney panted. “Will you share, Master? Will you let me taste his blood, too.”

Abigail laughed. “You bloodthirsty slut.”

“I am, Mistress,” Britney shuddered, her voice almost orgasmic.

Abigail glanced at the innocent, busty blonde. Mary’s mouth had latched onto Britney’s breast, sucking milk and blood while Mary’s fingers pumped in and out of Britney’s wet cunt. The blonde writhed on her friend’s fingers, her eyes glazed with passion.

“It’s so good,” she groaned as she bucked.

“Gorgeous creature. I almost killed her.” Damien shook his head. “That would have been a waste.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

Damien glanced down at me. “Aurora, lick my wife’s asshole.”

Abigail’s sphincter clenched. “Do you want to fuck me up the ass?”

“You love it up the ass,” Damien grinned.

Abigail laughed as Aurora moved around her. The angel’s hands touched Abigail’s ass as Vicky, a dutiful thrall, pried the vampiress’ butt-cheeks apart. “What a gorgeous sight, Lord. Thank God for this pleasure.”

Abigail arched an eyebrow as Damien knelt before her, stroking his cock. “She loves to blaspheme,” laughed Damien. “It makes her wet.”

“So fucking wet,” Aurora moaned as she lowered her lips between Abigail’s butt-cheeks. “Lord, I am going to feast on her ass. Watch me, God. Watch me rim her sinful ass and make her cum.”

Abigail gasped and shuddered. She buried her face into Vicky’s cunt as the two tongues assaulted her. Aurora’s angelic tongue reamed into Abigail’s asshole, fucking in deep while Vicky’s tongue plunged deep into the vampiress’ cunt, swirling around and stirring bliss through Abigail’s body. She moaned again, licking the thrall’s pussy.

Aurora’s tongue stirred hot bliss down to Abigail’s pussy. The vampiress humped her hips, grinding her cunt on Vicky’s face as she enjoyed the two tongues. Aurora and Vicky both moaned, savoring their feast.

“You little slut,” gasped Abigail when Vicky latched onto her clit. “Who taught you to eat pussy?”

“It just feels right, Mistress,” Vicky moaned from beneath.

“Yes,” groaned Damien.

“It makes you so hard to watch your wife writhe with two other women,” giggled Abigail, her lips sticky.

“So hot.”

Damien walked around her, admiring her from every direction. His hot gaze inspired the vampiress. She tongued faster. Her clit ached in Vicky’s sucking mouth. Aurora’s tongue fucked in and out of her vampiress’ asshole. Abigail shuddered, her orgasm swelling.

“Cum, Madam,” moaned Aurora. “Let it out. Show God how much you love sin. Lord, I love your ass. Cum for me, Madam.”

The angel’s words shuddered through Abigail. She let herself go. Her pleasure burst through her body. She groaned and writhed, shuddering between the two women as the pleasure boiled through her body. Her juices squirted into Vicky’s mouth.

The thrall moaned her delight.

“Yes,” growled Damien as Abigail came on the two whores’ mouths. “My vampiress.”

“Fuck my ass,” Abigail moaned. “Ram that big cock into me.”

Damien seized Aurora’s black hair and threw her back. Then he slammed into Abigail’s cumming asshole. His thick shaft shoved deep into her bowels, stretching her open. The vampiress drank in the pain and burning pleasure as her husband fucked her hard without mercy.

His balls slapped into her flesh. The friction of his ramming cock shuddered through Abigail. It filled her. Consumed her. It made her want to explode. She shuddered and groaned. Her head tossed back as she drank in the pleasure. She let it fill her. Consume her. She didn’t it to stop. She wanted it to burst through her.

“Fuck my ass,” she screamed. “Pound me. Hurt me. I love it.”

“Yes.” Damien’s fingers scratched at her back. Blood welled across her skin, the scent exciting Abigail as she drank in the pain.

He leaned over her, pressing his strong chest into her burning wounds. He bit at her shoulders, drawing more blood as he pounded her. The orgasm kept bursting through the vampiress. The pain excited her. Agony and rapture were the same to her.

Juices flooded out of her pussy into Vicky’s hungry mouth. Abigail screamed out her bliss as she writhed between the two. Her bowels spasmed about his thrusting cock. Their flesh slapped together. Damien moaned as he suckled blood from her neck. It pumped out of her into him.

She shared her life with her husband.

“Damien,” she screamed. “Cum in me. Give me that flood. I need it.”

Damien slammed into her asshole. Her bowels ached. She loved it. The pleasure hammered her mind. He growled into her neck. His mouth sucked hard, drawing out more and more of her blood. She shuddered. The loft spun about her as her orgasms reached higher and higher crescendos of bliss.

“Abigail,” Damien growled. He buried into her. “My sweet vampiress.”

Abigail tried to speak, but the pleasure gripped her. Her vision fuzzed into darkness. Everything faded but his dick slamming into her bowels and his fangs biting over and over into her flesh. He penetrated her and drank her pleasure.

His cum flooded her asshole. She bucked beneath him. She writhed and spasmed. Abigail’s asshole drank in his jizz. He groaned into her neck, drinking her blood as he gave her his seed. She savored it. His strong arms held her.

The world spun about her and she drifted on her pleasure, her husband’s arms around her. She was free of Faust and his chains. He would never humiliate her again. She would humiliate him. She would make the vampire suffer for daring to attack them.

xxxxx

Damien rolled onto his side, holding Abigail in his arms. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a low moan. His cock stayed hard in her bowels as he held her. He nuzzled at her neck, licking up the traces of coppery blood staining her skin. Her wounds had already closed.

She’s really in my arms. I freed her from Faust.

Her breathing slowed as she fell deeper into sleep. The sun dominated the world. Its purity shown outside the walls, seeking to destroy him and his woman. But they were safe in here. They had escaped from the light into the darkness. He kissed her neck and listened to her dreams as his mind worked their next problem.

Faust.

Vicky pressed her naked body into his broad back, snuggling against him. Her body was warmer than Damien’s or Abigail’s. Vampires were the same temperature as the ambient air. But Vicky lived, and her life relaxed Damien.

He owned her life.

“Dream of our vengeance,” Damien whispered into his wife’s ear. “Dream of our plan. We’re hunters and Faust is our prey. How do we kill him?”

His eyes grew heavy. Damien could not count the number of times he had fallen asleep spooning his wife from behind. Despite her skill as a warrior and her strength, Abigail had never stopped being feminine. She never stopped feeling wonderful in his arms.

As sleep descended, Damien’s dreams imagined Faust’s death. He saw the tall tower and plotted their attack. They would need to scout it. Britney and Vicky would be perfect. The tower had an observation deck at the top.

A tourist destination.

Faust would have tight security, but allowing the public in was a hole. One Damien was eager to exploit. He had to. In his dreams, Damien watched, chained and helpless to the wall, as Faust defiled Abigail’s body over and over. Every one of Abigail’s moans and gasps, every one of her shuddering orgasms at her Sire’s hands had been burned into Damien’s mind.

Seared.

Only Faust’s death would heal him. He needed new memories to brand over the pain. Like Abigail covered in Faust’s blood lying wet and lithe, pining for her real man to come and fuck her.

In his dreams, Damien took his wife hard, drunk on Faust’s blood.

xxxxx

Father Augustine looked over the list Samantha had compiled based on his recommendations. The feminine voice whispered in his mind, giving suggestions, but the ghost did not know Damien as well as the priest. Father Augustine had trained Damien and Abigail. He had taken the two youths in at the age of eighteen right after they had killed Vincent.

Father Augustine knew how Damien thought.

One location on the list stood out to him. A loft over the club Risqué. A spot that had stood vacant for weeks. No one would want to live over a thudding club. A constant stream of drunk and high revelers would flow in and out of the club. A source of food. New vampires craved blood and sex. Damien would be no different.

And from the loft, Damien could strike out at Faust.

“The police found his SUV,” Samantha reported as he stared at the loft’s address.

“Was it near the club?” Faust asked.

“No.” Samantha looked up from the computer. “It’s on the other side of town. There are several locations for rent in the area that match it.”

Father Augustine frowned. Damien would not have time to dump the car and make it to the loft. His instincts told him Damien was above Club Risqué. But how did he get his SUV on the far side of town?

“Get dressed. Let’s investigate the addresses on the far side of town,” Father Augustine growled. “Let’s eliminate them.” His eyes flicked down to the ad. Printed at the bottom was a phone number for a real estate agent, Rosa Reyes.

As his women dressed, Father Augustine pulled out his phone. It wasn’t a smart phone, but an old flip phone he had owned for almost seven years. The battery didn’t hold much of a charge, but the priest couldn’t be bothered to upgrade. He flipped it open and stared at the colored screen. He dialed Rosa’s number.

The phone rang as the priest and his women trooped out of the office. The ringer trilled in his ear over and over. He waited. Was it too early to call? He chewed on his lip as he waited for someone to pick up and answer.

“Rose Reyes,” a sultry voice asked. A shiver ran down to the Father’s cock. She sounded gorgeous. “How can I help you?”

“Yes, Ms. Reyes,” Father Augustine said. “I’m interested in renting the loft above Club Risqué. It looks perfect for my needs.”

“Oh, well, I’m so sorry, but it was recently rented.” The woman’s Latina purr made the priest hard.

Do you want to own every woman? laughed the feminine voice.

Yes. They’re all whores who should be on their knees. Abigail, Britney, this Rosa. All of them.

The feminine voice laughed louder. She approved.

“What a shame,” Father Augustine continued. “Who did you rent it to?”

“Now that is confidential. But I have other properties I can show you, mister… ?”

The priest hesitated. “Clarence,” he said, saying the first name that popped into his head. “Thomas Clarence.”

“Well, Mr. Clarence, I would be happy to schedule an appointment to see another place.”

The priest’s dick ached. The woman’s purr excited him. I need to find out if Damien is laired there. It would be safer to talk to this woman, interrogate her and show her how much of a whore she is then to poke around a vampire’s nest. I can be forewarned.

Fucking her will merely be a bonus.

The feminine ghost definitely approved. And she was holy. She had gifted him the powers to show whores their place and satiate the sin they caused in his loins. He entered the elevator.

“How about we meet at noon?” Father Augustine asked. “I have the address for your office.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Clarence.”

The elevator doors slid shut. “Father,” Joy said. “Did that woman’s voice tempt you into sinful thoughts.”

“So sinful,” groaned the priest. “But we do not have time to attend to it now.”

“Oh,” sighed Joy. The young blonde licked her lips. They were moist and ready to go down on him.

The priest cupped her chin. “You’ll get your chance to satiate me, slut.”

xxxxx

Aurora stared down at Damien as he slept, his crimson bride in his arms. The scent of cum beckoned the corrupted angel. She hungered for the fluids. Cum and pussy juices. She fed on them like a vampire on blood. Damien’s vampiric venom had changed the angel.

What else has changed about me? The angel had no idea. She had rebelled from Heaven, and could not even enter the ether. She no longer had Gideon to relay to her the probability of her actions succeeding.

But that did not matter. She would kill Faust and ruin Jezebel’s plans. The demon had skirted true punishment for too long. Heaven’s rules had shielded the foul creature. Her defeat would be the sweetest dish. Aurora yearned for it.

“Mary,” gasped Britney on the other mattress. The blonde thrall shuddered in orgasmic delight. She squirmed on the bed, the vampiress Mary fingering the thrall’s cunt hard.

The scent of sexual fluids drew Aurora. Her wings fluttered as she crossed the room. A hand stroked through the valley of her large breasts, across her flat stomach, to the smooth flesh of her cunt. Her clit throbbed between her fingers, savoring the angel’s caresses as she gazed at the cream coating Britney’s thighs.

Mary lifted her blood-and-milk-smeared lips. “Mmm, do you want a taste of her delights?” The vampiress’s tongue flicked across her lips, gathering the breast milk and blood. “I know you do. She’s still bleeding.”

Mary squeezed both of Britney’s pillowy tits. Milk and breast milk ran across her mounds in pink rivulets as the two fluids merged together. Aurora licked her lips and fluttered her wings as she stared at the writhing thrall.

“Please, Aurora, I’m here to serve the entire harem. All of Master’s women need to be taken care of. I love it.”

“She does,” purred Mary. The vampiress laid her head on Britney’s stomach. Her eye closed. Sleep drowsed her words as she said, “Enjoy the slut. She loves it. She just wants to please everyone.”

“I do,” beamed Britney.

“Love you,” whispered Mary.

Britney stroked the vampiress’ black hair, “Love you, too.”

Aurora fell to her knees and licked up a pink line. Sweet, creamy breast milk mixed with salty, copper blood. It helped ease Aurora’s hungers. Not the blood, but the milk. It was a decadent, sensual fluid, corrupted from its pure duty of sustenance.

The angel loved it.

Her tongue licked up to the fat nipple. She latched on and suckled hard. Milk squirted hot into Aurora’s mouth. The angel swallowed the delicious delight. She swirled it through her mouth, savoring every creamy drop before she swallowed.

Britney sighed, her eyes closing as she drifted into sleep, a broad smile on her lips. Aurora suckled again, letting out a purring moan as the juices flooded her mouth and gushed down her throat.

Ambrosia.

“What a loathsome creature you’ve become, Aurora.”

The angel lifted her face and licked her lips clean of the milk. Gideon appeared as an indistinct apparition, his glasses perched on his scholarly face. Aurora rose and faced her former angelic partner. Her eyes flicked to his clipboard. The urge to be vile and crass rose in Aurora as she smiled at Gideon. Despite his scholarly appearance, his body was strong, muscular.

And pure. She despised purity.

“Did you come to get your dick wet?” Aurora asked, running both her hands across her upper thighs, her hungers flaring. “I know you’ve always wanted a poke at my juicy snatch. Lord, it was so obvious.”

“Do not blaspheme,” gasped Gideon.

“But it is so wicked.” Aurora rubbed her fingers through her pussy lips. “God, I am so wet right now. If you want to fuck me, say it. I’m hungry, Gideon. Your dick will provide me such a delicious meal.”

Gordon’s eyes hardened behind his glasses. “Was falling worth this sinful existence?”

“Yes.” Aurora shoved a pair of fingers into her juicy snatch. “Why are you here? Unless you want to fuck me. It doesn’t have to be my snatch. I have two other holes for you to enjoy.”

“Do you even know what has happened to you, Aurora?” Gideon’s eyes flashed to Damien. “What he’s done to you?”

“Liberated me. He’s made me into a sexual vampire.? Aurora licked her lips. “Give me a taste of the sweet, angelic cum in your balls, Gideon. I want it. I need it.”

“You have fallen as low as Jezebel and—”

Aurora’s sword flashed into being. A snarl escaped her lips. “I am nothing like that whore of perdition.”

Gideon swallowed and stepped back. “I have a message for you. Kill Damien and you will return to being a fallen angel. You do not have to be a corrupted abomination.”

Aurora smiled. “What is the percentage chance that I’ll kill Damien?”

“Less than one percent,” Gideon swallowed, his eyes flicking down to his clipboard. “Please, Aurora.”

“And the odds that I’ll kill you.”

“98 percent that you will try to—”

Aurora lunged, her sword lancing out at Gideon. Anger burned through her. She was nothing like Jezebel. She warred against the darkness. She may now do it from the shadows, but that didn’t make her the same as Jezebel. Her sword’s tip closed the distance.

Gideon vanished into the ether. Her blade past through nothing.

“Heaven won’t interfere with the vampires killing Faust, but our hunters will come for you if you succeed.” Gideon’s voice came from every direction. “Remember, you have a way to escape your corruption. Kill Damien once Faust’s blood has cooled.”

xxxxx

Father Augustine resisted the urge to have one of his whores suck him off on the drive to Rosa’s office. The three locations near where the SUV were found had all been a waste of time. Damien, nor any other vampire, nested there.

He was certain it was the loft over Risqué where he would find Damien and Abigail. But he wanted confirmation. He didn’t want to walk into the situation without knowing for sure. And Rosa would be able to tell him.

It had nothing to do with the sensual purr of her voice that stirred a powerful ache in the priest’s cock.

He navigated through the busy streets of Chicago. Morning gave way to noon, but still the traffic lingered. The priest knew the city. He had been it in it many times when he had foolishly held to his vow of celibacy. The priest hadn’t realized that he was chosen, that he could fuck the whores and harlots that strolled along the street.

There were many of them out, flaunting their bodies, stirring lusts in men. Every woman was a slut. They all denied it, but none could help showing off their flesh. Once a woman had permission to dress as scandalous as she wanted, they embraced it. Sports bras, miniskirts, bikinis, yoga pants, boob tubes, spandex. Clothing designed to show off their sinful flesh. It was everywhere. Businesswomen in tight pencil skirts hugging to their curvy asses, joggers in Lycra shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and the miracle of yoga pants hugging a woman’s rear, molding her butt-cheeks into a work of pure beauty.

The priest salivated. He ached to pull out his cock and have Samantha or Joy suck him while he drove, but he wanted to savor the anticipation. He pictured Rosa in his mind. A Latina beauty with gorgeous, brown skin, wavy-dark hair, and a figure that men would commit heinous crimes to possess.

A creature of lust he would claim.

Father Augustine parallel-parked his car on the street. Joy was the first out, a purse slung over her shoulder hiding a handgun with silver bullets and a thick knife. Donna wore a long coat under which she hid a shotgun with rock salt while Samantha’s pockets bulged with ampoules of holy water and several white oak stakes.

His whores were eager to fight a vampire. They all had an instinctive knowledge of weaponry, imparted through them when he gave them communion. They did not have to go through the extensive training the father gave Damien and Abigail.

They were perfect hunters.

Donna reached the door to the realty office. She yanked it open for him. Father Augustine smiled. Nothing was more beautiful than a woman’s submission. They all had to understand their true place. Rosa Reyes was about to learn it.

A flight of stairs led up to the second floor where the offices were. Joy held the door open, bowing her head. He nodded to the eighteen-year-old waif. Her seduction had been a sweet thing. She would help with Rosa.

All his women would help.

“Hi,” a bubbly secretary said as they walked in. She had a pile of red curls and a beaming smile, her blouse cut low to show off her ample assets. “How can I help you?”

Harlot.

“I’m here to see Rosa,” the priest answered. “Thomas Clarence. I have an appointment.”

“Yes, yes. Just head on through. Her office is the second door. Just knock before you enter.”

The priest smiled at the word office. Privacy.

Do not indulge too long, the feminine voice whispered. You have a task to accomplish. But I will allow you this one sweet indulgence.

The priest grinned. The ghost lurked in him. Possessing him. He was chosen to show the women of the world their place as he fought the darkness. He reached Rosa’s door. He did not knock. He threw it open and stepped in.

Rosa Reyes was gorgeous. The reality of her beauty outweighed his fantasy. She lifted her eyes and a flash of recognition shot across the priest.

“Vampiress,” he snarled.

 

Chapter 11: Bloody Incest

Father Hyrum Augustine, unknowing pawn of the demon Jezebel, faced the vampiress, Rosa Reyes, in her realty office, the sunlight streaming through the window onto her golden-brown skin. It did not consume the foul creature. The Latina woman’s face transformed as the priest’s snarl of “Vampiress” echoed through the room. Fangs flashed between her ruby lips.

Damien turned her and she was gifted daywalking. Every vampire had a gift from telekinesis to mesmerizing gaze. Some, like Rosa, were protected from the purity of the sun, able to walk in what should burn her foul body to a crisp.

The priest’s cock throbbed harder as Rosa moved. She dressed in a sleek, tight miniskirt and low-cut blouse, showing off the beauty of her body to gain an edge in negotiations. The priest admired her beauty, eager to own her body like he yearned to own the vampiress Lynette’s nubile form. Lusts defined the Father, the whip the demon possessing him used to drive the priest to her tasks.

As time slowed, fantasies flashed through the priest’s body, whispered by Jezebel. He pictured Rosa pinned to the table, her body naked, golden-brown, heaving in the sunlight as he plowed his cock into her sinful hole. The table creaked as he ravaged her.

All women are whores, and vampiresses especially. They are sin animating flesh. They inspire such depravity in men.

The priest already yearned to tame Abigail, and now he lusted for Rosa. He wanted his own pets vampiresses to join him, to be yoked to his communion the way he had chained the three woman who surged around him. Blonde and youthful Joy drew a silver machete while Samantha, her glasses slipping down her alabaster face, produced a wooden stake she had hidden beneath her clothing. The white oak’s point lunged at Rosa.

“Capture her,” breathed Father Augustine as his holy warriors rushed forward.

Donna Lawson—the married MILF he had savored stealing from her husband—snapped her hand out at the lunging Rosa. Shock burst across the vampiress’s face. She had known blood in the early hours of the morning when she helped Damien slaughter at the mansion. She discovered the ease of killing humans with her undead speed and strength She expected humans to be slow.

My whores have been blessed by my holy power.

Yes, they have, the feminine voice whispered. To the priest, Jezebel’s purr belonged to the Holy Ghost and proved the priest’s righteous belief in his purpose.

Flesh smacked flesh. The vampiress hissed in pain, her clawing hand recoiling before she could reach Father Augustine’s throat. The priest folded his arms, his cock tenting the front of his cassock as he admired his women unleashed.

Joy’s blonde hair flowed behind her as she swung with the silver-plated machete. Only items of purity—salt, white oak, sunlight, holy water, silver—could harm the undead. Rosa’s nostril flared. Her dark eyes burned as she twisted from Joy’s weapon. The machete sang through the air, a flash of silvery violence. Blood spurted.

Rosa grasped her leg. Smoke curled from the wound.

“Do not mar her beauty too much,” the priest smiled. “Disable and pin her so I may claim her.”

“Yes, Father,” breathed Donna, her large breasts heaving beneath her blouse as the MILF and Samantha charged in.

“Claim me?” laughed Rosa.

Her uninjured leg lashed out. Donna took the blow in the stomach. The force threw the woman back into a filing cabinet. Metal groaned as the MILF bounced off. She left a creased dent, the gray-green paint flexing off.

Donna rose, shacking off the injury.

“Thank you lord for my holy warriors,” prayed the priest. Thank you for making my whores strong.

Samantha screeched as she stabbed the stake at Rosa’s stomach, forcing the vampiress to leap back. She landed on her bad leg and howled in pain. Pure rage burned in the vampiress’s face as she struggled to stay upright.

Joy leaped over the woman’s desk, knocking over a computer monitor as she landed beside the vampire. She swung hard with the machete. Rosa sucked in her stomach as she danced back. Fabric sliced. Smoke curled. A thin, long slice weeped tainted blood down Rosa’s stomach.

“I will rip you all to shreds,” screeched the vampiress. She seized the heavy printer sitting on a small table in the corner and hurtled it at Joy.

The blonde knocked it from the air and advanced on the vampiress, Samantha rushing in alongside her. They had the vampiress pinned in the corner. It was almost over. Father Augustine reached down and rubbed at his cock.

“The hussy has unleashed her sin upon me,” groaned the priest.

“Then she’ll have to satiate you, Father,” Samantha snarled. The brunette stabbed with the stake as Joy sliced her machete.

Rosa could only dodge one. The machete swiped at her neck. The priest tensed, fearing his whore had lost control and disobeyed him. But Joy’s attack forced the vampiress to dodge into Samantha’s path.

The wooden stake slammed into Rosa’s stomach.

Agony screamed from the vampiress’s mouth. She stumbled to the right. White oak planted into a vampire’s torso was agony. It disabled them. Hunters carried bolts of white oak to shoot into vampire’s chest so they could paralyze and then kill their foe.

“Yes,” Father Augustine breathed.

“No,” snarled Rosa as her body convulsed.

The vampiress found the strength to throw herself backwards before she lost all motor control. She crashed through the glass window. The shards spun about her, cutting her flesh. The sunlight illuminated her blood droplets. They glowed with inner fire.

And then she was gone, plunging several stories to the street below.

A snarl of rage burst from the priest’s lips. He rushed to the window and peered down at the cement below. Rosa landed hard, her body convulsing on the sidewalk. It would take more than that to kill a vampire. Pedestrians already crowded around her, speaking on her cell phones.

Calling the authorities.

No time. Damien is the target. Forget the bitch, hissed the feminine voice.

“We need to leave,” Father Augustine spat. “Right now!”

“Yes, Father,” Samantha said. “I … I’m sorry, Father. I tried to capture her.”

The priest didn’t answer. Bile burned the back of his throat. There is still Abigail, whispered the feminine voice. Once you kill Damien, the widowed vampiress will need the comfort of her priest.

Father Augustine smiled. He had failed to kill or dominate Rosa, but he had confirmation on Damien’s lair. The loft above Club Risqué. How else had Rosa, the property’s realty agent, been turned into a vampiress

xxxxx

Remember, you have a way to escape your corruption. Kill Damien once Faust’s blood has cooled.

Gideon’s voice echoed through her mind. Aurora the corrupted angel spun around, her crimson wings flapping wide. She gripped her sword then let it vanish. She would never turn on Damien. He had unshackled her from Heaven’s morality. Together, they would kill Faust and stop Jezebel’s plan.

The demon would pay.

And then she would serve her vampire and combat darkness. No rules or petty morality would stop them. They would fight darkness with darkness. They would prowl the night and keep mankind safe from the predators—shepherds guarding the flock.

And like any shepherd, they would earn the right to take the choicest morsels and feast.

“Aurora, is everything all right?” a soft voice asked.

The angel turned, her naked tits heaving, and faced Britney. The thrall stretched from the mattress she lay upon. Mary slept beside her. All three vampires—Damien, Abigail, and Mary—slept in the dark loft. The windows were coated with thick, black paint, hiding the foul sun from their flesh.

“It’s fine,” Aurora said, her wings fluttering.

Seeing Gabriel, her former angelic partner, excited her. The prospect of seducing a pure angel and tasting his seed appealed to Aurora. When Damien feasted on her, she became a different kind of predator, one who feasted on sexual juices.

She had been feasting on Britney’s milk when Gabriel interrupted her. Aurora’s eyes locked on the blood-smeared tits. Britney’s wounds, caused by Mary’s sharp teeth, had healed swiftly, but streaks remained on her skin, mixing with the milk beading on her nipples.

Britney yawned. “Okay. I was just falling asleep. I thought I heard a man’s voice.”

“Just a fool.” Aurora walked to Britney as the thrall closed her eyes and fell into sleep again. She needed to regain energy. She had been feasted upon off and on all night by the vampires. Though her human body had been enhanced to replenish her blood and milk swiftly, there were limits.

Aurora shuddered. She needed to feed. Thralls existed to be used. “Sleep, child,” Aurora purred as she fell upon the mistress lying on the empty loft’s floor. Nearby, Damien, Abigail, and Vicky, another Thrall, slept. “I will give you such sweet dreams.”

Aurora’s hands slid up Britney’s smooth thighs. The young girl, barely eighteen, shuddered as she dreamed. Her hand held Mary’s. They were friends before their changes, and now they had an even stronger bond uniting them—serving Damien.

The angel pushed her thighs apart, exposing Britney’s shaved pussy. A landing strip of fine, blonde down led to a wet snatch. Aurora’s nose twitched as the angel breathed in the musk. An orgasmic sigh issued from her throat.

“Such sweet dreams.”

Aurora leaned down to feast on the sleeping girl’s snatch. Her tongue flicked along the shaved vulva, gathering up the sexual fluids—cum or pussy dew, Aurora craved both now. Her wings fluttered as her excitement grew.

Aurora savored the flavor. It burst to life on her mouth. She moaned through her lips, her body feasting on the sustenance of Britney’s lusts. The girl shifted and let out a soft sigh as she slumbered and dreamed.

I hope they are such—

Metal rattled outside. A van door sliding open. It was in the alley of of the loft. Footsteps stomped. The angel’s keen senses alerted her to the clatter of a gun’s slide pulled back and released, the flick of safety, then steps pounded up the stairs.

“Wake up!” Aurora shrieked, her wings flapping, carrying her to her feet. Her bloody sword appeared in her hand. “We’re under attack.”

The door burst open. Sunlight ruined the purity of darkness.

---

Damien D’Angelo’s eyes snapped open the moment Aurora’s shout burst from her lips. The vampire’s enhanced senses heard the pounding footsteps. Four separate steps but three were light—women. Their excited musk brushing his nose mixed with gun oil, salt, white oak.

Vampire Hunters.

The door burst open as Damien rose. His wife Abigail, who moments before had slept in his arms, leaped to her feet, his hard dick sliding out of her ass. She hissed in a low crouch beside Damien, flinching from the vile sunlight spilling into the loft as three women burst in carrying weapons. Donna Lawson, mother of Britney, was at their lead.

Though Damien was shocked to see his neighbor leading the charge, he did not let it stop his reaction as Donna lowered her shotgun right at Abigail. Damien knew it was loaded with rock salt, a tactic he had used many times as a living hunter.

With a roar, he threw Abigail to the side. His red-haired vampiress tumbled across the floor and came up in a crouch. The shotgun roared. Pain exploded across Damien’s side. He felt every grain of salt strike his skin. Smoke wisped from his wounds as thousands of crystals dug into his flesh, pricking agony through his body.

“Bitch!”

His shouted thundered through the hall. His right arm fell limp. So much smoke billowed from it, he couldn’t see his flesh from wrist to shoulder. The smoke stung at his eyes as he rushed at the woman. Damien drank in the pain.

His cock thrust hard before him.

Donna racked her shotgun, the red shell ejected smoking. It spun through the air as the next shell slammed into the breech. It was sawed-off. One of Damien’s he had left with Father Augustine.

The priest strode into the loft, a dark shadow surrounded by the too bright sunlight.

“You have fallen, Damien,” the priest said, his gruff voice stronger, alight with inhuman words. Damien heard something strange in the priest’s voice, a woman speaking with the man, a faint, almost ringing tone just at the edge of Damien’s hearing. “But I have come to free you from the prison of your flesh so you may find paradise again.”

“Amen,” Donna hissed.

Damien snagged the barrel of the gun and shoved it to the side. The shotgun went off, spraying salt past his chest. The barrel burned his hand, but Damien could ignored the mundane heat. His flesh healed in an instant.

He ripped the shotgun from her, spun it, and pumped the action.

In a blur almost too fast for the vampire to follow, she produced a silver machete and swung. He blocked it with the shotgun barrel. Donna was fast. Too fast for even a hunter. Damien had numbered among the best of the Knights Venator, and he never possessed the woman’s speed.

“What are you?” he demanded as she hacked at him again.

“Something holy,” breathed Donna. “Something pure. Chosen by god to kill you and rescue my daughter.”

But Damien smelled a different truth on her. She oozed lust. It burned through her. Consumed her and drove her. The lust wasn’t holy. It was foul, tainted, corrupted. It made no sense to the vampire as he fell back before her feverish assault.

But it made her blood smell so sweet. He yearned to taste her corruption.

xxxxx

Damien screamed in pain as Abigail D’Angelo came up in crotch after being thrown to the side. She snarled at Donna Lawson, glaring daggers at her neighbor for hurting Damien. She rose and tense, prepared to leap and rip the woman’s head off.

Movement attracted the vampiress’ attention.

Samantha Murphy raised a crossbow to her shoulder, a white oak quarrel resting on the cradle. The young woman, a member of Abigail’s church, fired. The crossbow bolt took Abigail in the collarbone as she tried to dodge. It spun her around. Pain burned down her arm.

You invited me to your wedding next week, bitch, Abigail thought as the pains creamed through her.

The vampiress crashed to the ground. Her left arm paralyzed by the shot. She rolled onto her right side, the quarrel twisting in her flesh. She regained her feet. Samantha, her glasses slipping off her nose, calmly reloaded her crossbow, cranking the mechanism to pull back the cradle and bend the arms. Abigail ripped out the quarrel and threw it at Samantha.

The human reacted in an instant. She raised the crossbow, blocking the powerful throw. The quarrel embedded into the fiberglass body of the weapon.

Abigail didn’t stay still. She rushed in after the thrown bolt. Feeling returned to her left arm. Her wound still burned and smoked, but she had removed the white oak’s purity didn’t, returning control to her limb. She snarled, her fangs growing. Samantha’s blood smelled sweet.

Samantha threw her crossbow.

The large weapon hurtled at Abigail. She raised her forearms, letting the weapon bounce off of her. She kept running. She wasn’t a weak human to be slowed down that easily. She lowered her arms, ready to grab Samantha, and hissed her hunger.

Samantha drew a handgun from a shoulder harness.

“Bitch,” Abigail snarled as she stared down at her own 9mm with an extended magazine holding thirty rounds.

Samantha pulled the trigger. The 9mm had been illegally modified to full auto. A burst of five round spat from the end of the gun as Samantha swept her arm before her. The bullets struck Abigail in the legs. Three of the silver coated bullets passed through the flesh of her thighs, leaving burning wounds behind while a fourth miss.

The fifth struck her knee cap, the silver lodged against the bone.

Abigail’s legs folded beneath her. She collapsed before Samantha.

Confusion gripped Abigail. Samantha shouldn’t have the skill to be so precise with a 9mm firing at full automatic. The young woman had never held a gun before. She was pro-gun control, believing every Christian should be against any weapon being owned.

So when was she trained?

Behind Samantha, a blonde woman Abigail didn’t recognize dodged the streaking blur of Mary. The young vampiress was gifted with super speed. She left only an afterimage behind as she raced up the wall and leaped at the blonde.

Who pulled an ampoule of holy water and flicked it almost casually before her. Mary, streaking down from above, had no chance to avoid it. Her momentum provided all the force to shatter the glass. Holy water spilled about the vampiress, and she crashed to the ground at the blonde’s feet, her flesh burning.

Mary’s agony screamed through the warehouse.

“What are you?” Abigail hissed through her teeth at Samantha. Her wounds in her legs healed, all except around the bullet lodged against her knee.

“God’s warriors sent to fight evil,” Samantha said, her eyes burning with lust.

Abigail shoved herself backwards as Samantha aimed again. The vampiress’s legs burned. But she wouldn’t give up. She would keep fighting and drink the bitch’s blood. Another burst of 9mm rounds exploded from Samantha’s gun.

They did not hit Abigail.

Vickie fell to the ground before Abigail. The Black thrall clutched her bleeding stomach. The scent of blood thickened in the air. Drops splashed across Abigail’s face and breasts. Her tongue licked out, tasting the salty flavor. The thrall’s life.

A spike of energy shot through Abigail.

“Kill her, Mistress,” panted Vickie, her voice thick with orgasmic pleasure. Pain and rapture were the same to a thrall.

Abigail snarled in answer and gained her feet.

---

Britney Lawson rushed across the loft. Mary screamed in pain behind her and Abigail lay on the ground, bleeding. But she was Damien’s thrall. It was her Master that she ran to the rescue of, her large tits heaving.

Britney couldn’t believe her mother thought she needed saving. But Britney would not let her mother harm Damien. It didn’t matter that Donna Lawson had birthed Britney and raised her. Nothing would stop Britney from protecting her master.

The young woman let out a shout right before she slammed into her mother’s side, a football tackle. Donna gasped and grunted. The two women fell to the ground in a flurry of matching blonde curls. Donna struggled as Britney seized her mother’s arm.

“You can’t harm him,” Britney shouted.

“Oh, honey,” groaned Donna as she wrestled with her daughter. “I’m here to save you, sweetie. Then you can serve the priest like I do.”

Lust burned in Donna’s mouth. Britney was shocked by the wanton, purring moan. It was sexual, taboo groan of pleasure. It unleashed incestuous lust inside of Britney. Her pussy, already wet from the angel’s licking while she dozed, unleashed a new flood of pleasure.

“No,” Britney gasped, her eyes widening. “No, no. You need to serve Damien. You’ll love it. Just let him bite you. Fuck you. Let him make you cum, Mother!”

Donna, to Britney’s absolute shock, through her daughter off of her. Britney landed hard on the wooden step. “I’m trying to save you,” Donna roared as she gained her feet with far more speed and grace then Britney thought possible. “Don’t you understand?”

Damien raised the shotgun, the barrel scored with dents and nicks. Donna cursed and dived to the ground. The shotgun boomed. But her roll was swift. She came up in a crouch and threw her machete at Damien.

“Master,” Britney gasped in shock.

The machete took Damien in the thigh. The vampire moved, but not fast enough. How is Mom a better fighter than Master? It’s like she’s not human.

Damien roared in pain. His cock thrust hard before him as his flesh sizzled. He seized the handle of the machete and ripped it out of his flesh. His blood sizzled on the weapon, boiling away. Damien shuddered.

“What are you?” he demanded, facing Donna.

“Purified by the priest’s communion!” Donna’s eyes widened with ecstasy as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a vial of holy water.

“No!” Britney threw herself at her mother.

Donna cursed and turned. She grabbed Britney’s hand, twisting it. “Stop fighting, Britney Lawson. You don’t know what you’re doing. He’s evil.”

“He’s my Master!” Britney screamed the words. They exploded out of her. She believed them with every fiber of her being. “He owns me. You can’t hurt him.”

Donna struggled and pushed Britney away, turning to face Damien. The vampire surged in, swinging the machete. Donna twisted her body, her feet almost a blur as she backpedaled and dodged around the attacks.

She can’t dodge us both.

The thought propelled Britney into motion. She moved around her mother. A sexual surge of lust rushed through her. Blood scented the air. She wasn’t a vampire, but she still responded to the aroma of spilled life fading into death. She licked her lips. Milk beaded her nipples. Her mother was so strong. She would make Damien a wonderful vampiress.

Britney lunged at her mom’s back. Donna threw a glance and cursed. She tried to dodge both Britney and the machete. But she couldn’t do both. She twisted her body out of the way of Damien’s blurring swing.

Britney grabbed her mother’s waist. She locked her arms tight about her mother, hugging her from behind. She then hooked Donna’s foot as the older woman moved. Britney yanked, throwing Donna off balance. The pair crashed to the floor, Britney’s hands sliding up, grabbing her mother’s breasts. She pinched with her fingernails hard, tearing through her mother’s thin shirt and into the flesh of her tits.

Blood welled around her fingers.

“Master,” Britney moaned.

Damien loomed over them, his muscular body bleeding as it healed. A wild rage burned in his eyes, teetering on the edge of lust. The vampire’s nostrils flared, inhaling Donna’s blood. Yes, take her, Master.

Damien fell on the mother squirming in her daughter’s embrace. Britney’s smiled as Damien seized her and opened his mouth wide, his fangs flashing. A hot thrill ran through the young woman.

xxxxx

Aurora rushed to Mary’s aid.

The vampiress screamed on the ground, her flesh burning from the holy water. Mary shuddered and writhed. She would heal, vampires always did, but for the moment she was incapacitated. The blonde girl produced a sharp, silver knife, raising it high to dispatch Mary.

“No,” Aurora shouted, swinging her sword and catching the knife as it flashed down. The silver sparked against her bloody sword. Smoke rose.

I’m vulnerable to silver. But not daylight. What are the rules for me?

Those questions did not matter now. Aurora reposed with her sword, the nimble blonde leaping back. She moved with grace and skill despite her youth. Aurora spotted no callouses on the girl’s hand, no sign of developed muscles brought about by exercise and training.

Her skills were not natural.

“Familiar,” snarled Aurora.

She glanced past the blonde to Father Augustine standing in the doorway, the bright, morning sun spilling around him. He was almost an absence of light, a negative space. And lurking in that shadows, Aurora spotted her enemy—Jezebel.

The blonde and the other two women were enhanced by a demon, made familiars through Jezebel’s possession of the priest. The Demon had gifted the priest the power to corrupt the women through unholy rituals, a perversion of the priest’s faith and power as a man of God.

The blonde was innocent. Aurora did not want to kill the innocent. Damien had freed her from Heaven’s shackles. She was not bound by morality. She had a choice. She could heartlessly dispatch the blonde and then kill the priest.

Or she could protect the innocent and go for the demon directly. For Jezebel.

“You have brought yourself within my reach, Demon,” snarled Aurora.

“Is that you, Aurora?” the priest said, but mixed in with his gruff voice was the mocking tones of Jezebel. “What has happened to you? You have let yourself go. I never expected you to become a succubus.”

Is that what I am? It explains my hungers.

“You have escaped justice for too long.” Aurora parried the blonde’s attack then lashed out with her foot. The blonde leaped back and Aurora lunged in.

Jezebel, through the priest, laughed. “Justice? When has Heaven ever meted out justice? You merely throw us back into Perdition. But we always find new ways out. New cracks to influence men. They are the ones you need to police, not us. They are the ones that beg for our powers. They are the one crying out to sin.”

Aurora’s lips curled back. She slapped the dagger from the blonde’s hand. The girl blinked in shock. Her gifts as a familiar were to fight vampires, not angels. Jezebel did not expect to find me in the field contesting her directly.

Today, Aurora knew, she would deliver justice on the bitch.

As the blonde lunge for her knife, Aurora flapped her wings, thrusting herself forward. Her knee slammed into the girl’s stomach. The blonde groaned and fell on the ground. Aurora followed up her attack with a kick to the blonde’s temple, knocking her out.

“Jezebel,” screamed Aurora. Her wings flapped. She flew at the possessed priest.

xxxxx

The Holy Ghost spoke through the priest as the crimson-winged demon charged at him. “Will you really strike down my vessel, Aurora?”

The priest had no fear. He had righteousness on his side. The demon landed before him, her wings folding around her body. Aurora was a beauty he longed to tame, another whore, naked, her nipples hard as they surmounted large, heaving breasts. His eyes gazed down to her sleek stomach to the bare pudenda. Her thighs glistened with sexual excitement. Her pussy lips engorged, pink, begging to be touched.

“I will not kill him,” Aurora said, her bloody sword vanishing. “I’ll kill you, Jezebel.”

The Holy Ghost laughed through the priest. His body trembled. He stood in the sunlight as the demon seized him. Her lips planted on his. The ecstasy of the Holy Ghost’s possession vanished, and a new rapture replaced it.

What are you doing? the feminine voice of the Ghost demanded in the depths of the priest’s soul.

Father Augustine did not care. His lips were locked on the demon’s. Her arms pulled his body against her lush flesh. Crimson wings engulfed him as his dick ached hard. Her lips tasted of pussy, a sweet musk that brought a groan from the priest’s throat.

His body free of the Holy Ghost’s possession, his hands reached out, seizing the demon’s pillowy tits. He squeezed them, savoring their pillowy softness. His thumbs brushed her hard nipples, bringing sighs from her lips. Her hands slid down his body, stroking him through his cassock.

Until she found his cock.

“Whore,” groaned the priest, breaking their kiss as the demon squeezed his cock. “Perdition’s slut.”

“Oh, that’s inside of you,” laughed Aurora as she stroked the crown of his dick through the robes. “I’m Heaven’s whore. Mmm, Lord, I’m going to enjoy fucking his cock.”

“Amen,” breathed the priest. “Your filthy hole can’t resist my dick. You want to revel in sin with me.”

“So much.” Aurora’s golden eyes rolled back in her head. “I want to experience all the sins of the flesh.”

“Every woman is such a whore, even the demons.”

Aurora laughed and kissed him again. Her wings held him tight as her hands pulled up his cassock. The fabric rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending flutters of pleasure through him as he thrust his tongue into the demon’s mouth. His hands squeezed on her tits again.

The priest broke the kiss and lifted a breast. He stared at her perfect nipple for a moment as she bared his cock. Her hands grasped his naked flesh. She stroked him. He groaned and leaned down, engulfing her nipple and sucking hard.

“Lord, what a wonderful servant I’m going to corrupt,” moaned the demon. “He makes me so wet, God. Heaven’s light!”

The priest’s cock brushed the inner slope of her sticky thighs. Her lusts poured out of her, thickening the air with her sweet musk. The demon smelled of innocent passion. A lie to deceive men.

His dick rose higher in her grasp. Her wings tightened around him as she rubbed the crown across her sinful hole, her juices coating the tip. So warm and sticky. The demon’s flesh burned for his cock. She had to feed her hungry cunt with flesh.

Even though I came to kill her servant. She is weak. I will dominate her flesh.

Father Augustine thrust.

Aurora let out a sweet moan as he buried into her wet depths. Her cunt gripped him, clenching about his shaft. Her juices boiled about him. An exquisite pleasure rushed through his body. His hands squeezed her pliant flesh.

“I will tame your whorish cunt, Demon,” spat the priest as he hammered her tight sheath. Ecstasy boiled through him. His every thrust sent rapture crashing through him. “You will serve a holy purpose.”

“Sad,” she gasped, her hips undulating, her hot lips pressing into his ear. “You are the demon’s tool. But I will rescue you, Father.”

Lies, hissed the Feminine voice.

His hands moved around the demon’s lithe body. He grasped her taut ass, clenching, holding, claiming her. He thrust harder, his balls smacking into her flesh while she writhed and gasped. She threw her thighs about his waist, gripping him tight as tight as her pussy held his cock.

The pleasure roared through him. He twisted, thrusting her against the door frame as he fucked her hard. Her wings unfolded, one in brilliant sunlight, the other in shadow. Her tits bounced before him, her nipples grazing the front of his cassock as she moaned and writhed. Her hips undulated, working her pussy around his cock, eager for her spilling release.

“Give it to me,” she gasped. “Oh, sweet Lord, his cock. Such a gift you gave this man. And how he uses it.”

Her whorish words spurred the Father’s hips. The feminine voice inside laughed in delight. What a slut she has become. She is addicted to sex.

“To the hole between her thighs,” groaned Father Augustine.

“I love that hole,” gasped Aurora. “Feed me your seed, fallen priest. Cry out to God as you cum in me. Blaspheme and sin in my body.”

Her pussy spasmed about his dick. She shook and trembled in his arm. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm burst through her body. She gasped and shuddered, bucking hard against him. The pleasure coursed up his cock as her wet hole massaged him.

He buried his face into the soft neck of the demon. He breathed in her sweet musk. He sucked on her flesh as the pressure in his balls swelled. They smacked over and over into her body, full of the seed she sought. She was desperate for it.

Hungered for it.

“Cum in me,” Aurora screamed, her fingers clawing into his back through his cassock. Fabric ripped beneath her ardor. Her pussy clenched harder, begging for his seed. “Flood me. Give it to me while God watches our sin. Sweet Lord, thank you for my cunt and this pleasure.”

Her blaspheme excited him more. “Yes,” he growled. “Praise the Lord for your sinful hole. Her demonic cunt shall serve Heaven by satiating the lusts she inflamed in me. Amen!”

His cock unloaded. His cum flooded into the hot, wet depths of her cunt. Her pussy spasmed about his cock. She milked him. Her moans screamed through the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his seed splashed into her orgasming pussy.

She became crimson light in his arm then rushed inside his body, opened to her by his orgasm.

Pain filled Father Augustine and he screamed in horror, recoiling as two souls clashed inside his fragile, mortal spirit.

xxxxx

Abigail tried to dodge Samantha as the young woman swung the 9mm behind. Vicky’s blood invigorated Abigail, but it did not heal the wound in her leg fast enough. The silver bullet burned as her flesh forced it out. In the background, Aurora threw herself at Father Augustine, but didn’t attack the priest. The vampiress did not care why the angel decided to fuck him instead.

The 9mm aimed at Abigail’s flesh.

A blur streaked into Samantha. Mary, smoking from the holy water, knocked the gun from Samantha’s hand and spun the girl in a circle. Her glasses almost fell off and her brown hair whipped about her head.

Abigail snarled and tackled into the off-balanced, young woman. The vampiress’ weight carried Samantha to the ground. Abigail’s fangs flashed. She sank them into Samantha’s neck. Blood spurted into Abigail’s mouth.

Wonderful blood. Blazing. Powerful. Dark. Intoxicating. Possessed. Unholy.

Samantha was not human and Abigail savored the blood as it flowed into her mouth. Her body spasmed, healing from her wounds. Her hand slid down Samantha’s body. She trembled and shuddered, moans escaping her lips.

Abigail’s fingers ripped cloth and shoved between Samantha’s thighs. She found a hot, wet pussy covered in a soft down of hair. Abigail stroked Samantha’s silky labia as the vampiress’ drank the blood. The young girl trembled and shuddered. Her heart beat with frantic lust, her moans singing through the air.

Her life flowed into Abigail’s mouth.

“So good,” gasped Samantha, her hips bucking, rubbing her hot cunt against Abigail’s fingers.

The vampiress drank the flood. It warmed her stomach, invigorating her. Her teeth dug deep into the flesh of Samantha’s neck. Abigail shoved two fingers into Samantha’s dripping cunt. Hot, slick flesh clenched about those fingers.

“Ma’am,” Mary groaned, the wounded vampiress crawling closer. “May … I…”

Abigail didn’t release her bite. She couldn’t stop drinking. But she tilted Samantha’s neck, offering the other side to the smoking Mary. The vampiress dragged herself across the floor and sank her fangs into the other side of Samantha’s neck.

Abigail stared into Mary’s eyes. The pain faded from the vampiress. She shuddered and moaned. They both did. Abigail’s pussy burned with lust. She humped against the thrashing Samantha’s thigh, rubbing her clit on it as she fingered the young woman faster and faster.

“So good,” gasped Samantha as the ecstasy burned through her.

The spurts of her blood grew weaker. Her moans grew softer. Samantha’s heart faltered. But her body, drunk on the pleasure of the two vampiress’ fangs, exploded. She thrashed and bucked with the final ounce of her strength. Her pussy spasmed about Abigail’s fingers. Samantha’s clit throbbed beneath Abigail’s rubbing thumb.

“Yes!” gasped from Samantha’s throat, and then the young woman went limp and began her change into unlife.

Mary and Abigail released her throat. The two vampiresses, their bodies healed by the blood, fell on each other. Kissing, sharing the sweet, salty, coppery tang of Samantha’s blood as they undulated together, naked breasts pressing against naked breasts, hot pussy rubbing on hot pussy. Both moaned, drunk on the demonic-taint of Samantha’s blood.

Abigail ground her clit into Mary’s. The redheaded vampiress pinned Mary beneath her, kissing her hard. Their fangs, still out, made their kiss sweeter as they cut each other’s lips, adding fresh blood to their passion.

They humped and tribbed, Abigail’s orgasm hurtling through her. She screamed her passion into Mary’s mouth, her every inhalation filled with the scent of sex and blood. Her pussy convulsed. Her juices flooded out, joining the hot cream gushing from Mary’s as they both trembled and came.

So sweet.

The pleasure hammered into Abagail’s mind. She held it, savoring it, glad she had failed to kill Faust. He had given her a gift, and she yearned to repay him for all he had earned. His death flashed through her mind as her orgasm peaked.

xxxxx

Damien sank his fangs into Donna’s neck. Her blood invigorated him. His dick, hard from the pain of his wounds, throbbed harder. Britney, holding her mother from behind, shuddered in absolute delight, releasing her mother, squeezing out from beneath her.

“Yes, yes, Master,” Britney moaned. “Turn her. Fuck her. You have to make her yours.”

“Britney,” Donna shuddered, her voice thick with passion.

Britney bent down, pulling her mother’s skirt up Donna’s thighs. “No panties, Mother. How wicked of you. And your so wet. You’ve been naughty. With the priest?”

“Yes,” smiled Donna. “Oh, Britney, don’t touch me like that. Don’t finger me.”

“But I want to, Mommy,” purred Britney.

Damien shifted, mounting Donna as he drained the life from the MILF. Britney’s warm hand grabbed his dick, sticky with her mother’s juices, and brought him to Donna’s pussy. Damien savored the taboo thrill as daughter guided him to mother’s cunt.

Damien thrust into Donna’s tight, hot hole.

“Yes,” Donna groaned. “I am such a whore, just like Father Augustine says.”

“You are, Mother,” giggled Britney. She fell on her side, her big, milk-laden tits bouncing. She turned her mother’s head.

Damien sucked harder on Donna’s neck, draining her blood as the mother latched her lips on the daughter’s fat, pink nipple. Britney moaned in delight as her mother suckled. Breast milk flooded Donna’s mouth. Her pussy clamped on Damien’s dick.

“That’s right, Mommy, suckle. Drink to your heart’s content,” purred Britney. “You nursed me as a baby, now it’s my turn.”

Damien’s hips thrust faster and faster, the taboo scene and Donna’s blood spurred him. His cock ached in Donna’s pussy. He ripped his lips away from her neck, watching her swallow while her blood pooled darker around her neck. She shuddered and trembled, her pussy clenching and relaxing over him.

“Make her cum, Master,” Britney moaned, stroking her mother’s blonde hair. “Please, Master. Make us both yours.”

“Yes,” Damien growled. “You’ll be my whore, Donna. With your daughter. Forever.”

Donna shuddered beneath him. Her eyes, almost black from her pupils dilation, widened. She moaned about her daughter’s nipple. Milk leaked out of the corners of her lips as her cheeks grew paler and paler.

“Cum, slut,” Damien growled into her ear. He kissed and nibbled on her ear, drawing beads of her coppery blood. Whatever else pumped through her veins compelled the vampire to thrust harder, his balls boiling. “Surrender and be mine.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Damien slammed his cock deep into her pussy. Her body bucked as her heartbeat slowed. The pleasure flooded through her body. If she came as her heart stilled, she would turn and become his. His. Just like her daughter. Her pussy clenched hard on him.

Then she exploded.

Her body thrashed. Her lips broke from Britney’s nipple. A squirt of milk painted Donna’s bloodless cheeks. Her eyes fluttered. Her heart beat its last as she fell into undeath. Damien groaned, so close to cumming.

Britney licked her mother’s cheek, gathering up the breast milk. Then she kissed Damien, and he tasted her cream. Damien groaned, letting the thrall pull him to her body. He slid out of Donna and then buried his cock, coated in the mother’s juices, deep into Britney’s wet snatch.

Her tongue licked at his mouth, savoring her mother’s blood. She bucked against his powerful thrusts. Her pussy, as tight as her mother’s clenched about his cock. He groaned, savoring the wonderful embrace of her body. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.

Her hard nipples rubbed on his chest. Her milk leaked out, the beads so warm. His body absorbed her heat as much as her devotion. He broke the kiss, staring down at her blood-stained lips, her blue eyes shining with emotion.

“You are mine forever.”

“I am, Master.” She smiled. “Your slave. Your lover.”

“Yes,” Damien growled and kissed her again. His cock throbbed in her hot depths.

His cum exploded.

He trembled atop her, held in the tight embrace of her arms and legs. Her pussy clenched about his dick, her own orgasm triggered by the explosion of his cum into her pussy. She screamed out her bliss into his mouth. He drank it in as his pleasure knifed through his body. His world spun about him. His senses burned with the power of Donna’s blood.

He lifted his head, turned, and caught the sight of Abigail trembling atop Mary’s body. His vampiress smiled at Damien. As the pleasure peaked through him, Damien snarled his prowess. He and his women had defeated their supernatural attackers.

His eyes sought out the priest. Aurora vanished into crimson light. His angel’s afterimage burned across his sight for a moment. Then the priest screamed and fell onto his hands and knees in the sunlight.

What just happened?

The blonde attacker staggered to her feet and grabbed the priest. “Father,” she called out. “Come on, Father.”

The priest didn’t fight as the blonde dragged him into the blinding daylight.

“No,” Damien snarled, standing up, his cock popping out of Britney’s pussy. He rushed across the room and then stopped right before the sunlight.

He stared down at the sharp delineation of light across the floor of the loft, spilling through the door. He couldn’t even reach the door to close it. Nothing stood before him but the ephemeral, and it might as well be a steal barrier.

“I will rip your throat out Augustine,” Damien snarled as the blonde dragged the thrashing priest down the stairs to the waiting, gray van Damien knew so well. Many times he had ridden in that van with Abigail and the priest.

In the past when they had been friends.

“I have turned two of your whores, Priest,” spat Damien. “And you will pay for killing Aurora. She was mine.”

Abigail padded to him. Her arm went around his waist. Fury filled Damien. He pulled her tight against his side. She smelled of blood, hers and Samantha’s. He stared at the border of light and darkness and raged.

He would have vengeance on the priest.

The van started up then roared out of the alley.

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“You made a mistake fighting me on these grounds,” Jezebel hissed as her sword of darkness parried Aurora’s crimson blade. The blades rang, a shiver racing down to Aurora’s hand.

“I am no longer held back by heaven’s rules,” laughed Aurora. “How can this at all be a mistake? Today, I will bring justice.”

They battled in the rotten soul of the priest. Their weapons clashed together, cutting through the fabric of his soul. The priest screamed and thrashed in the real world. Aurora did not care. All that mattered was Jezebel’s death.

“You do not understand what you are.” Jezebel smiled. Her black hair swirled about her petite, naked body. Her black wings fluttered. A coquettish hunger entered the demon’s eyes. Her hips rolled and her large, violet eyes grew dewy.

A surge of lust shot through Aurora. She’s as nubile and tempting as a schoolgirl out to seduce her professor. A mix of whorish innocence begging to be plucked.

Aurora grit her teeth, ignoring the cum flooding out of her pussy as she lunged at Jezebel. But her thrust was clumsy. The demon battered it aside, then her sword vanished. She shoved her hand between her thighs and rubbed at her pussy.

The scent of spicy cunt brushed Aurora’s nose. Jezebel pulled out her fingers, two glistening with her juices.

Aurora’s nostril’s flared at the scent and she licked her lips.

“That’s right, Aurora,” Jezebel laughed. “You have fallen far from Heaven’s light into Sin’s darkness. You are in my territory. I know how to control you.” Jezebel flicked her fingers.

A single drop of pussy juices soared between them, a diamond of brilliant beauty, then splashed onto Aurora’s hard nipple. Her pink nub throbbed. The corrupted angel staggered as an moan exploded from her throat.

“There’s more right here,” Jezebel purred.

xxxxx

The demon savored her victory. Aurora fell to her knees, unable to fight her appetites. Perdition controlled its servants through their hungers. Vampires needed blood, and Aurora, turned by one of those corrupted creatures, hungered for sex. She could not deny her body. She could not fight the promise of sin between Jezebel’s thighs.

Aurora’s golden eyes burned with hatred as she lowered her lips to feast on Jezebel’s pussy.

“That’s right,” Jezebel purred as her enemy took the first lick through demonic cunt. “I have won. You are mine.”

Jezebel seized Aurora’s stained-black hair, a shimmer of silver the only memory of its real color, and held tight. The corrupted angel’s power flooded into the demon’s body as Jezebel dominated her angelic slave and stole her energy. Then she poured it into the priest she possessed.

He would be something mighty now. Something beyond a possessed man. Something not seen since antiquity when the angels first fell and became demons. He became a nephilim.

Jezebel laughed as the angel took long licks through the demon’s cunt. “Such sin we shall cause. Mankind will follow us gladly into damnation!”

 

Chapter 12: Wanton Sin

Jezebel groaned in delight as her enemy, her hated foe, pleasured her cunt. The demon gloated in the depths of the priest’s soul. He howled in agony as he was changed, transformed by the demon’s domination over an angel.

Even an angel as corrupted as Aurora had become still held a tenuous connection to Heaven.

The succubus’s red wings spread wide in Father Augustine’s soul. The angel and demon were both inside the priest, possessing him at the same time. Aurora had entered to do battle with Jezebel, a common tactic of the angels to drive out a demon.

But Aurora’s corruption made her uniquely vulnerable to the demon’s wiles. Aurora was a succubus, driven by hungers for sex. She bore the same demonic taint the pumped through the heart of her master—the vampire Damien. Both were creatures of darkness, and Jezebel knew how to manipulate such passions.

Aurora’s defeat had been simple. She had been unable to resist feasting upon the demon’s pussy. The angel tried to feed from the demon, to ingest the sexual energy burst through Jezebel’s cunt as she ground her flesh on Aurora’s mouth.

But the link worked both ways. Jezebel stole the angel’s energy. It merged with her demonic power and then poured into her instrument—the priest. She transformed him, making him more than a man. The energy of Heaven and Perdition merged in him.

He became Nephilim.

An ancient creature. Strong, powerful. The mighty heroes of old that battled gods, caused miracles, and were remembered in the twisted tales of the mortals: Talmai, Gilgamesh, Hercules, Goliath, Arba, Ahiman, Sargon, Nimrod, and more. The Nephilim bore many names: the Fallen Ones, Terrors, Weakeners, Giants, Devastators.

Father Augustine suffered. Change never came without its pound of flesh.

“That’s it, angel-slut,” Jezebel moaned, writhing, undulating, reveling in her victory. “You have handed me the keys. Damien proved far stronger than I anticipated and then you delivered me your power. Foolish cunt.”

Aurora only moaned, consumed with rapture. The angel didn’t care. She only wanted to feast and feed her venal appetite. Her hands wrapped about Jezebel’s waist, gripping the demon’s ass. Aurora’s fingers clenched and relaxed, pulling the demon close so Aurora could feed.

Jezebel’s black hair spilled out her shoulders as she humped against Aurora’s mouth. The pair floated through the pit of the priest’s blackened soul. Corruption surrounded them. The demon loved to spread it. Her black wings flapped in delight.

“So good,” Aurora moaned.

“It is,” Jezebel purred. “Are you even aware of who’s cunt you devour?”

“Yours, Mistress.”

The words were so sweet. Jezebel trembled. Her pussy clenched. A small orgasm rippled through her body, teasing her with all the delights Aurora would deliver. The angel drank the fluids gushing out of the demon’s cunt. The flow of her angelic energy increased, spilling into Jezebel and merging with her demonic essence.

Jezebel’s eyes rolled in her head. She gasped and moaned. Aurora’s tongue brushed the demon’s clit, caressing it. Shivers of delight ran through the demon. Her wings flapped harder as her butt-cheeks clenched beneath Aurora’s fingers.

The angel latched her mouth about Jezebel’s clit. Aurora sucked and nibbled. Jezebel shivered again. She ran her hands through the angel’s blackened hair while golden eyes peered up into the demon’s violet depths.

“My slut,” Jezebel purred, loving the word. “How many times did you fight me?”

“So many times,” Aurora answered. “I wanted to destroy you. I Fell to kill you.”

Jezebel laughed, savoring the irony. “And now you want to fuck me.”

“I do.”

Aurora latched her mouth on Jezebel’s clit again, sucking hard. Jezebel’s head tossed back as the pleasure swelled through her. Aurora’s fingers caressed the demon’s ass. Fingernails rasped across her plump butt-cheeks, the stimulation sending new ripples through the demon.

Then Aurora shoved her fingers into the demon’s crack and plunged them into her tight asshole. Jezebel gasped at the intrusion. Her bowels clenched on the angel’s probing fingers. Jezebel humped harder against Aurora’s mouth.

“Fucking angel-slut. Finger my ass. Lick my pussy. Give me all your energy.”

“Yes,” groaned Aurora.

The angel’s tongue flailed through the demon’s pussy. Jezebel gasped and groaned. Her bowels burned when Aurora shoved a third finger into the demon’s asshole. The angel’s tongue caressed and explored the demon’s folds, teasing her, driving her passion to new heights.

With one hand, Jezebel played with her dark-red nipples topping her small tits. She pinched and pulled them, going back and forth between the sensitive nubs as her pleasure built and built. Her body trembled.

The demon howled.

“You fucking angel-slut! Yes, yes, yes.”

Jezebel came hard on Aurora’s mouth. As the pleasure burst through her demonic flesh and spilled across her mind, she drank more and more of the angel’s energy. She fed it into the priest, changing him faster.

“Give it to me,” gasped Jezebel. “Feed it to me, angel-slut.”

“Yes,” moaned Aurora, fingering the demon’s asshole faster.

Jezebel savored her sphincter stretched open, her bowels clenching about plunging fingers. The demon shuddered. Her moans reverberated through the priest’s soul, echoing back with her screaming passion.

Dark rapture consumed the demon.

And she wanted more.

“On your hands and knees, slut,” hissed Aurora. It’s time to be fucked.

In the priest’s soul, nothing was real. Jezebel’s appearance was completely malleable, like Aurora’s. The angel-slut, even when she was a pure servant of Light, had given herself a busty, curvy figure. Aurora enjoyed being admired by men. She didn’t have to have the pillowy tits that heaved as she rolled onto her hands and knees, or to have that magnificent, heart-shaped ass begging to be fucked.

And the demon had control over her body. Jezebel was female because that was the sex she enjoyed being. But she had dabbled as a male. For angel’s, their sex was set. They couldn’t change it. That would be against the rules.

Demons loved to break the rules.

Jezebel stroked her clit as she shaped her the nub. It sprouted, growing thick and long before her. A hard shaft, purely male, thrusting before her feminine body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed as the dick bobbed before her.

The demon loved possessing men because she loved feeling them fuck women. A hot cunt or velvety bowels wrapped tight about a dick always felt amazing to the demon. Sometimes, she indulged herself and created a dick instead of experiencing it vicariously through men she possessed like the priest.

Jezebel fell to her knees, her massive dick bobbing before her. It was huge, thicker than her wrist, longer than her forearm. A monstrous cock thrusting from her body. She stroked it, loving the feel of it as she stared at Aurora’s wiggling ass.

The demon slammed her dick deep into the angel’s bowels.

xxxxx

“Lord, yes,” Aurora screamed as her bowels were invaded by the thick cock. “Thank you, God, for giving me this pleasure.”

“Such sweet blasphemy,” Jezebel purred behind Aurora. “Scream out how much you love my girl-cock.”

Aurora shuddered. Her bowels clenched down about the mammoth dick. It hurt as it slammed into her bowels, the pain becoming rapture. Her crimson wings spread wide as her asshole embraced the bliss and agony of the girl-dick.

“I love it, God,” moaned Aurora as she bucked into her enemy’s thrusts. There was a small part of her that remembered her hatred, that gnashed and wailed, but that part no longer controlled Aurora.

Her hungers did.

Aurora didn’t care that Jezebel claimed her angelic essence, that moment by moment she came closer and closer to becoming one with the demon. She didn’t care that the mortal priest would soon become an abomination.

An abomination who would be Damien’s enemy.

All that mattered to the angel was feeding her hungers. And the wonderful, impossible girl-dick would do that. Thick cum lurked inside the demon’s body. It would spill into Aurora and feed all her hungers. She would glut on them.

“Watch her fuck me, Lord,” screamed Aurora, her pussy clenched, Her heavy tits swayed beneath her as she bucked back into Jezebel’s thrust. “Watch me take every inch of her blessed cock. Heaven’s light, this is so hot.”

“Angel-slut,” gasped Jezebel.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Aurora savored the word. “I’m your angel-slut, demon. I love your cock. Keep fucking me. Spill your cum into me.”

Jezebel’s small breasts jiggled and bounced as she pounded Aurora’s asshole. The burning bliss spread through the angel’s body. Her wings flapped and her body trembled. Aurora slammed her ass back into Jezebel’s thrusts, the slap of their flesh echoing through the priest’s soul.

A wonderful, decadent bliss spilled through the angel. Her back arched as her first orgasm exploded through her. She embraced the rapture flowing through her body. She gasped and screamed out her joy.

“Such a wonderful cock! Oh, yes! She’s tearing my ass apart, Lord, and I love it!”

The angel’s wings flapped every time the demon’s dick buried into her asshole. The burning bliss shot through Aurora. She embraced it, loved it, savored it. Nothing else mattered. Her fingers clawed at the emptiness of the priest’s soul as her moans echoed over and over.

The demon’s fingernails raked Aurora’s back, leaving burning scratches between the angel’s wings. Aurora shuddered, savoring every sensory delight. Her soul quivered as the flood of her essence poured faster into the demon.

“Give it all to me!”

“Yes!” Aurora screamed in answer. “Take it. Just dump your cum in me. Please, Mistress.”

“Mistress,” Jezebel purred, savoring the word. “You’ll be mine for eternity.”

“Just keep fucking me. Keep cumming in me. Let me drink your juices. Let me feast on your lust. I don’t care. You can do what you will to me.”

Aurora’s orgasm burst through her angelic body. Her wings flapped hard as she shuddered. She bucked back into the demon’s thrusts. Aurora’s bowels writhed about Jezebel’s cock. Greed and lust burned in the angel.

She needed the demon’s cum.

“Flood my ass,” screamed Aurora as the pleasure crashed into her mind. “Please, please, please.”

The demon seized a fistful of Aurora’s blackened hair. She yanked hard on it, jerking back the angel’s head. “You’re my slut.”

“Yes!”

The demon drove her dick into the angel’s ass. Aurora felt the cum race from the depths of the demon’s body, up her cock, before the hot jizz spurted into the angel’s bowels. Aurora drank in the cum, feasting on it, and fed her Mistress the last of her essence.

As Aurora screamed her bliss. Her body became billowing mist. It flowed around Jezebel. Aurora, consumed in rapture, flowed into her Mistress, merging with Jezebel. The angel trembled inside the demon.

You are mine forever, the demon hissed.

Aurora shuddered as her pleasure bled out of her. Then she reached out to the steel bars of her cage. The fog of ecstasy blew from her mind. She was trapped inside the demon’s soul. A prisoner, her essence stolen by Jezebel.

By my enemy.

“No!” Aurora screamed, her soul clawing at the demon’s. But she had no strength. She had given it all way. “You bitch. Release me and fight me.”

But isn’t this better? the demon asked, her smug voice echoing from every direction at once. Now you’ll always reside close to my heart. A part of me. All those centuries of yearning to be free of Heaven. Now you’ll get to see what can be made of freedom.

“No!” Aurora threw her soul against Jezebel’s.

And bounced off.

She was trapped. Her foe had defeated her.

The bitter knowledge that Aurora had succumbed with no resistance to Jezebel’s dominance was bile eating at the angel’s soul. I was weak. I never was strong. Weak.

Damien overcame me.

Jezebel hardly had to try.

xxxxx

Britney Lawson stared at her mother’s unmoving form. Blood pooled from the older Donna Lawson’s neck, savaged by Damien’s sharp teeth. Britney licked her lips, her body shuddering in anticipation. Britney was a Thrall, in tune to the vampire she served—Damien.

And right now, the venom of his bite changed Donna. Though she was dead, soon unlife would breathe into her body. She would rise again, a vampiress bound to Damien. Britney chortled in delight, glad to serve her Master with her mother.

“We’ll be his forever,” Britney cooed as she stroked her mother’s cooling cheek. A bead of Britney’s milk gathered at the corner of her mother’s lips. The eighteen year old’s nipples ached as she remembered the hunger with which her mother had feasted, nursing and suckling. “Forever. Isn’t that wonderful?

“Of course it is. I know how much you admired Damien. I saw those looks. We both ogled him.” Britney giggled. “Remember that weekend a few months back when he was working in the yard shirtless. Your mouth was wide open. Mmm, his muscles rippling as he worked. Did you ever masturbate to him?

“I did. All the time. And then he took my virginity. It was wonderful. I was already his thrall. I loved it as much as you loved surrendering to his bite.” Britney sighed. “But what did the priest do to you, Mom? You were so dangerous.”

Britney couldn’t believe how swift her mother had moved. She had fought Damien, wounded him, almost defeated him. Britney had to throw herself at her mother to protect her Master. She moved with inhuman speed. All the women with the priest did. Samantha, who Britney was supposed to be a bridesmaid for next week, and a blonde girl Britney didn’t recognize were incredible.

“You were so different. And your blood, Mom…”

Britney licked her lips, shuddering at the power in her mother’s blood. She only had a taste from the blood staining Damien’s lips. But it had made her cum so hard beneath her master. Damien had been driven wild by the blood.

“He came so much in me, mother.” Britney shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet pussy. Her fingers glistened with cum and her pussy juices, mixed together. She rubbed the cum on her mother’s lips. “There, something for you to taste when you wake up.”

A tug seized Britney. Her master needed her. Britney gained her feet, surveying the loft. The scent of blood filled the air. It splattered the floor. The vampires were the source of some it, but Damien, his beautiful wife, and the nubile Mary had already healed. Mary nuzzled at Samantha’s neck, lapping up the last of the young woman’s blood.

Abigail turned Samantha. She underwent the same changes as Britney’s mother. Soon, both would be reborn.

“Her blood is delicious,” Mary moaned, lifting her face from Samantha’s neck. “I’ve never tasted the like.”

“You’ve been a vampire for a day,” Vickie groaned. “How much blood have you tasted?”

Vickie was Damien’s other thrall. She lay on her stomach, holding her wounds. Britney gasped. She wanted to run to Vickie and check on her, but she knew the thrall would heal fast. Damien needed Britney. She felt it. A strong pull.

Anger radiated off her Master. He stood at the doorway, glaring out at it. Abigail was at his side, her red hair falling down her naked back. Master snarled, his body tensed. He wanted to chase after the escaping priest who somehow had stolen Aurora.

But he couldn’t. Sunlight spilled through the doorway. For Britney, the light proved no problem. She stepped into it as she rounded on her master, the sun warm on her naked skin. The busty blonde thrall fell to her master’s knees, his cock thrusting hard before him, lust and rage almost warping the air around him.

He couldn’t touch the light. For him it was a barrier. Death. The sun’s purity would consume him.

Damien glared at the sunlight as Britney opened her mouth and sucked his cock between her lips. She sighed as she suckled, his dick warming in her mouth. A vampire’s temperature was the same as the ambient surroundings. It made Damien’s flesh cool to the touch. But he warmed when he was in her.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. He needed his lust fed so he could focus. He was drunk on it. The blood burning in the air did not help. For a vampire, it was an intoxicating scent. Beside him, Abigail snarled.

Britney served Damien, not Abigail, and so she pleasured him.

“I’ll tear his head off,” Damien snarled, his hand forming a fist in Britney’s hair, holding her tight. His hips thrust forward, driving his dick down Britney’s throat. It hurt. Her throat stretched around his girth as his balls smacked into her chin. “She’s mine!”

“We’ll get your angel back,” Abigail hissed. Then she broke away and strode into the loft. “Mary, stop nuzzling at the slut and lick my cunt.”

“Mmm, yes,” Mary purred.

Britney smiled around her Master’s dick. Mary, who had been Britney’s best friend for as long as she could remember, loved to lick pussy. In life, she had been wild, the opposite of the quite, demure Britney. Mary, always wild, had popped her cherry young and never looked back.

Despite their differences, they had always been good friends. First my best friend serves Master, and now my mother.

Britney savored the violent thrust of Damien’s dick, welcoming his shaft slamming down her throat over and over. He pulled on her hair as he fucked her mouth. She sucked and moaned, putting her all into pleasuring him.

“He stole my angel,” growled Damien. “I’ll make him howl.”

“Yes,” Abigail purred, her voice throaty. Mary’s tongue made a wicked sound as the vampiress pleased Abigail. “We’ll make him pay. And Faust.”

Damien snarled and slammed his dick harder into Britney’s mouth, excited by the prospect of violence. Britney shuddered. Her pussy dripped with cum and pussy juices. She shoved her hand between her thighs, frigging her clit.

She circled her nub. Sparks of delight burst through her as she pictured her Master killing the evil vampire Faust and the priest. Blood spurted through her imagination. Hot and coppery. Though she was still human, she enjoyed the taste.

He’ll share it with me. I lick the blood from his body. Britney shoved a pair of fingers into her juicy, cum-filled cunt. I’ll lick him clean of all the wonderful blood.

“We’ll bathe in their blood,” Abigail moaned.

“Yes,” snarled Damien.

Yes, Britney screamed in her thoughts as she ground the heel of her hand on her clit.

The young woman sucked harder. Her nipples ached. Milk beaded at her fat nubs and dribbled down the curves of her breasts before running down her stomach. She groaned and shuddered, frigging herself harder and harder. Her body convulsed.

Bliss burst through her.

Britney’s greedy pussy spasmed about her thrusting fingers. The pleasure rushed through her body as she imagined licking the blood from Damien’s muscular body. She could almost taste the coppery delight of Faust and Father Augustine’s blood as she sucked on his cock.

“Fucking slut,” growled Damien. “Keep moaning.”

I will, Master. I will give your cock so much bliss. Cum in my mouth. Give it to me!

As the pleasure washed through her mind, Britney moaned louder, her passion humming around her Master’s dick. She thrust her fingers deep into her sopping hole. Her clit throbbed beneath her grinding hand as juices bathed her palm.

Damien’s cock slammed over and over down her throat. His balls smacked her chin. The vampire snarled. The muscles of his chest heaved. His cum spurted. The blasts rushed into her mouth, filling her with his wonderful cum. The seed warmed by her sucking, salty and vital with unlife.

Britney’s head spun as her orgasm reached new heights. Damien ripped his cock from her mouth, and some of his anger bled away. Britney sucked in breaths through her nose, holding as much of his jizz in her mouth as possible. She scampered to her feet, racing to her mother’s side.

The young woman kissed her mother’s cool, unmoving lips. Britney thrust the cum into her mother’s mouth, feeding the burgeoning vampiress her Sire’s cum. Britney smiled when she broke the kiss.

“Now you’ll really taste him when you wake up, Mom.”

“Ooh, you are so wicked,” Mary smiled.

Britney hadn’t noticed the raven-haired vampiress moving closer. The vampiress’s had the ability to move at super speed, almost too fast to see. She had a huge smirk on her face, Abigail’s juices staining her lips.

“I am wicked,” Britney answered her vampiress friend.

“So wicked,” Mary smiled and leaned in, latching her lips around Britney’s fat nipple. A moment later, the vampiress’ fangs bit.

Britney shuddered as Mary suckled, drinking a mix of blood and milk. Britney smiled, stroking her friend’s hair and savored the delight of nursing a vampiress. Her toes curled and she mewled.

“A car is approaching,” Abigail announced.

Damien smiled. “Rosa. Her blood is sweet. That’s how the priest found us.”

Abigail frowned. “I don’t follow.”

“Rose was the realty agent,” Britney answered, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“And Father Augustine knows how you think,” Abigail hissed. “I hope Rosa has a big enough car.”

Damien nodded. “And we’ll let Rosa choose our next lair. The priest doesn’t know her at all.”

xxxxx

The agony ended. Father Hyrum Augustine regained his consciousness.

He lay curled in the back of the gray church van that had served as the mobile command post for hunting. He had spent many tense hours waiting in the van while his charges fought the undead. He sat up, brushing a weapon rack, sliver-plated machetes rattling.

Power strengthened his limbs. Energy brimmed inside of him. He laughed, a deep rumble The last thing he remembered was the crimson-winged demon becoming red cloud and flowing into his body then agony.

His soul had been shredded as the female voice lurking inside him warred with the demon. But the Holy Ghost had prevailed.

And gifted you such power. You are beyond human. You are Nephilim. Mighty. You shall command much.

“Father,” Joy shouted from the driver seat. The van slowed to a stop. “You’re awake. Praise God, I feared you would die like Samantha and…” Her shoulders shuddered, tears thickened her voice. “Like Donna. The vampires killed them.”

“Turned them,” he said, his cock so hard. I am mighty.

Powerful, the female voice answered. Gifted. Long life, strength, virility. The changes even now work through your body. The years melt away. Youthful vigor is yours.

“What do we do?” Joy asked. “We fought them and they beat us. We came so close, but Damien and his vampiress were so strong. Should we go back to Faust?”

The female voice hissed in rage. A second voice hissed with her, burgeoning with lust.

“Fuck,” the priest growled. His cock ached. It tented the front of his cassock. He ripped up the black robes, his cock sticking out, the tip purple-red. “Get your ass back here, Joy.”

“No, no, no,” gasped Joy. “It’s that demon. She’s afflicted you with lust.”

“Yes,” growled the priest. His voice sounded so strong, losing the rough timber of middle age. “Move, girl.” He throbbed so hard, his dick aching to explode.”

“Yes, Father!”

Joy undid her seat belt and bolted out of the van. She raced around it and threw open the side door. Sunlight spilled in. Beyond her, the Chicago skyline dominated. The blonde, barely legal nymph jumped into the back.

Before she could close the door, the priest seized her blonde hair and pulled her down to his cock. She didn’t fight as he fucked his dick into her mouth. He groaned as he sank into her warm, wet, sucking hold. His head lolled back.

“That’s it, whore. Suck my cock. Put that whorish mouth to use.” Joy sucked hard. The van swam around the priest. His balls boiled. “Harlot. Every member of your sex is a whore. You are the reason sin exists. It comes from that wet hole between your thighs.”

Joy moaned her agreement, her tongue swirling about the tip of his cock. She bobbed her head, eager to rut. A filthy sow. Like every woman. One hand stroked his shaft and the other massaged his balls, eager for his cum to spill into her mouth.

“You love drinking men’s seed, slut.”

Another moan. Her blue eyes stared up at him, dewy with her excitement. He fucked his hips, driving his cock down her throat. She gagged and coughed. He didn’t care. He forced his dick deeper and deeper, loving the tight confines of her esophagus.

“Fucking whore,” he breathed as his balls erupted already. The lust billowing through him had to be released. He couldn’t think until his sin had been expelled into a woman’s hole.

The cum spurted out of him, shooting right down her throat. She groaned and gasped, her throat swallowing. The pleasure rushed through him. It raised him to the stratosphere in seconds, leaving him gasping and groaning.

And needing more. He had sin brimming in his balls that needed to be expell

“Fucking slut, get those skirt off, I need to fuck you right.”

Her mouth popped off his dick. “Yes … Father…” she panted, spit running down her chin, her eyes red. “Your dick … it’s bigger … I almost … choked … on it.”

“I have been reborn,” the priest said. “The demon’s fires burned me, but instead of consuming me they reforged my body.”

“Hallelujah, Father,” Joy gasped as she wiggled her slim hips, baring her shaved cunt, her thighs covered in her juices.

Her sinful, spicy scent assaulted the priest’s nose. His dick throbbed.

He seized Joy by the throat. He spun her around and slammed her onto the van’s floor. She didn’t cry out in pain. She, too, had been reborn when she drank his holy communion last night. Instead, a wanton moan escaped her lips.

She parted her thighs, inviting him to take her, to spill his sin into her wanton hole. Her eyes pleaded with him. She whimpered and shuddered, her body yearning to couple.

“Whore!” snarled the priest as he drove his dick deep into Joy’s pussy. She gasped and shuddered in delight. Her thighs went around his waist. She pulled him in tight, humping against him, her heartbeat fluttering beneath his fingers.

I could crush her life.

The priest stared into the his whore’s blue eyes as she gasped and moaned, his dick sawing into her hot, wet depths. She bucked into his thrusts. Her body trembled and her sweet moans escaped her lips. Pleasure fluttered through her body. Her heart beat faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me. Pound me. I need it. Sweet Lord, I need you to keep fucking me.”

Her hot, wet tunnel constricted about his dick. Like his hand wanted to clench about her throat. His balls smacked over and over into her flesh. Her body writhed and wriggled. Her pink tongue flashed across her lips.

“Father, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you’re dick. So big. You’re stretching me out. Oh, Lord, I’ve never had a dick so big. It’s—”

Her words cut off. He choked her. She never stopped bucking against him. Her face turned red as her mouth opened wide. Her pussy clenched on his shaft. She shuddered and then her cunt went wild, spasming on his dick.

The slut came.

Her eyes rolled in her head as she bucked into his thrusts. Her face turned redder and redder. The pleasure on his dick was exquisite. The slut soared into the heights of her orgasms as she flirted on the edge of death.

The priest relaxed his grip.

She sucked in deep breaths, the red fading from her face as she bucked. “Oh … God … yes … keep choking … me … so … good. It’s … rapture. Heaven.”

“You are such a slut, “he growled, squeezing again, reveling in his power over his slut.

Her pussy spasmed. Her orgasm never ended. One ran after the other, massaging his cock. His dick gave her such pleasure. He mastered her wanton body. He could see it in her eyes as they grew more and more unfocused.

“I own you, woman.”

He released her throat. “Yes,” she coughed and gasped. “Yes … yes … yes…”

Her thighs squeezed him tight as he squeezed again, her life fluttering. His balls smacked into her ass. Her juices coated his groin and matted his thighs. Every thrust brought another shudder from the slut.

Her pussy was a furnace. It boiled his cock. The pleasure rushed through his mind. He thrust deep into her cunt. His balls tightened. And then they unloaded. He flooded her pussy—My cunt!—with his seed, claiming her. She gasped and flopped on the floor of the van.

He released her throat. He allowed her to live.

“Wonderful … wonderful … Father,” she gasped between coughs. Her throat was bruised by his grip. Her smile radiant. “Did I satiate your lust?”

“Not even close,” he growled as he ripped out of her cunt. He flipped her over and slammed his dick into her asshole. She groaned and squealed beneath him, her bowels stretching around his huge cock as he reamed her hard.

Her screams of joy echoed through the van.

xxxxx

Damien waited for Rosa to appear. His Latina vampiress strode into the loft, her clothing torn and matted with her own blood. The sunlight didn’t affect Rosa—her vampiric gift immunized her against the sun’s purity.

She’s not held prisoner by light.

Damien’s telekinesis seized Rosa and pulled her to him. The vampiress gasped as her feet dragged across the floor, tearing open her stockings. He seized her by the neck and pulled her to him. She swayed, her eyes wide as he stared into them.

“The priest?”

“And his women,” she hissed. “Shot me with an oak crossbow. I fell through my office window and landed on the sidewalk. I was paralyzed until the EMT’s arrived and removed the arrow.”

“Bolt,” corrected Abigail.

Rosa ignored the interruption. Her dark eyes almost burned. “I wanted to kill them, Sire, I wanted to feast on them. But your commands…” She shuddered. “I stole an SUV. It’s in the alley.”

“Feast on Britney,” Damien commanded, releasing her neck. “Regain your strength. Then we’ll prepare the SUV to depart.”

“I can start working on it, Master,” the pained voice of Vickie said. The thrall struggled to stand. She clutched at her stomach. “I’m healing.”

“Not fast enough. Rest.”

A smile flashed across Vickie’s coffee-cream face. She sank back down and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh or relief.

“You always were soft with women,” Abigail purred, hugging Damien from behind, her naked breasts pressing into his back. Her hands stroked his muscular stomach. “I remember that vampiress that almost took your head off.”

“I was nineteen,” Damien said, a smile crossing his lips.

“And thinking with your dick even though your wife was standing twenty feet away.” Abigail’s hand slid down his belly and stroked through his pubic hair to grasp his cock. “You’re still thinking with it. You don’t want one of your precious women hurt. You want them all to yourself.”

“They’re mine,” Damien snarled. Flashes of Abigail gasping and heaving beneath Faust shot through his mind. “Ours.”

“Ours,” she shuddered. “How sweet of you to share.” Her mouth nibbled at his neck, her teeth nipping, drawing blood; his dick throbbed harder in her stroking hand.

“Always share,” he groaned, savoring his wife’s hand.

“Are you holding to our marriage vows?”

“Some.”

She gave a wicked laugh. “Having a harem of women would violate one of them.” Abigail let out a throat purr. “Look at them.”

Britney shuddered on the floor. She had Mary and Rosa drinking from her breasts. The blonde thrall’s hand plunged between her thighs, frigging her pussy as her breast milk and blood flowed into the vampiress’ mouths. Her milk and blood scented the air—salty and sweet.

Damien licked his lips.

Rosa’s curvy ass swayed, her skirt torn in spots, matted with her blood. Her golden-brown flesh peaked through, healed from her injuries. Her nylons were mostly intact, clinging to her lush legs, hugging them with a sheen of darkness.

“Fuck her,” Abigail purred. “I want to watch you pound the vampiress slut. I want to watch your muscles ripple. It’s almost as hot as watching you kill.”

His wife released his cock and pushed him forward. Damien strolled to Rosa. He wanted to control his lusts. He shouldn’t be fucking, but there was too much blood in the air. It kept his dick hard. He fell to his knees behind Rosa and shoved up her skirt, his fingers squeezing and clenching at her ass through her pantyhose.

He ripped them apart, exposing her golden-brown ass and the thong disappearing between her butt-cheeks. He kneaded and groped her ass, loving how firm she felt. Her tart musk of her excitement bled through the skimpy, black cloth as the vampiress moaned.

“Ooh, Master,” Britney purred, her glazed eyes finding his. “She’s moaning as she suckles. She likes it. Naughty slut.”

“She is naughty,” Damien groaned in agreement as he leaned down and bit into the globe of Rosa’s ass.

Blood trickled out. Salty and wonderful, brimming with Rosa’s excitement. He sucked on the blood, letting it spill around his tongue. When he raised his lips, he watched the twin trickles run down her cheeks to her thighs, soaking into the nylons.

He bit again, giving her a matching mark on her other butt-cheek, watching how the blood trickled differently as Rosa shook her ass. He licked up the blood trail, savoring her salty flavor as his lips moved closer and closer to her pussy.

Her thong was in the way.

His fingers ripped it and threw it to the side. Her tart passion filled his nose, almost drowning out the scent of her blood. He nuzzled into her flesh, licking it. Her pussy warmed as the blood and milk she drank from Britney’s teat flowed through the vampiress’s body. His tongue licked, gathering her tart juices.

“You always want to please women,” Abigail purred, sliding beside him. She licked at a line of blood down Rosa’s ass. Already the bite marks healed, the flow slowing, stopping. “You’re her master. Take her.”

“I am mastering her,” Damien answered. “When she cums on my lips, it is because of my will.”

Abigail laughed then kiss him. When she broke the kiss, she purred, “Then make the slut howl your name.”

Damien grinned at his wife before he buried his lips back between Rosa’s thighs. He licked and nuzzled at her pussy. The vampiress shuddered, moaning about Britney’s nipple. The thrall gasped and bucked, cumming hard, flooding the air with her sweet excitement.

Abigail couldn’t resist. She moved between Britney’s thighs and feasted, adding blood’s coppery tang to Britney’s juices. The thrall moaned louder, her orgasming robbing her of coherent thought, a wonderful symphony inspiring Damien to lick and bite harder at Rosa’s cunt.

Blood spurted into his mouth, bleeding from Rosa’s pussy lips. Her pink flesh crimsoned. He licked at it, savoring the coppery, tart tang flooding his mouth. His fingers attacked her clit, rubbing it hard then pinching and stretching it, giving the vampiress pain.

She loved it.

Her moans grew louder, her hips shifting. Her juices and blood flowed as her excitement mounted. Damien probed his tongue into her sheath, caressing the folds of her pussy before he shoved a pair of fingers into her tight depths and turned his fangs to her clit.

He bit the nub.

“Yes,” Rosa moaned, squirming, her pussy clenching hard on Damien’s fingers. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s wonderful. Oh, damn. Oh, fuck. Keep doing that, Sire. Oh, yes.”

Her engorged nub throbbed as her blood squirted into his mouth. She bucked and gasped into his lips, screaming out his name with all the passion her undead body possessed. Her juices gushed from her cunt as her orgasm consumed her.

Damien feasted on her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes,” screamed Rosa.

“Master her cunt,” Abigail moaned in obvious excitement. “Yes, she’s your slut. She knows it.”

“I do, Sire.” She pressed her pussy back into his lips, her juices and blood filling his lips. He savored it as her pussy spasmed about his fingers.

His dick ached. He needed to feel her velvety sheath on his shaft.

He ripped his fingers out of her cunt and slammed his dick into her wet, cumming depths. She clenched and squeezed about his dick. Her head tossed back, her eyes rolled back. Blood and milk stained her lips.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, Sire. Pound my cunt.”

“Pound her,” groaned Britney, her voice almost sleepy. She had three vampires feeding on her at once. Her body quivered as she lolled.

Abigail raised her lips, pink froth staining them. She lunged at Damien, kissing him hard as he fucked Rosa. Sweet pussy and coppery blood covered her lips, the flavor burning through him, driving his hips to thrust faster.

Harder.

To fuck Rosa until he erupted in her cunt.

Damien moaned into his wife’s kiss, pulling her body tight against his as he pounded Rosa’s cunt. The vampiress moaned as he plunged over and over into her depths, her back arching, her dark hair dancing through the air. Abigail kissed Damien harder, her teeth cutting his lips.

His blood flowed, spicing the kiss. Abigail moaned into it. Her hot cunt pressed into his hip. She pressed her hot clit into his skin. His enhanced senses felt the nub throbbed with every beat of her undead heart. More and more of her juices stained his thighs as she rutted and moaned, glutting on the excitement as she fed on his blood. She humped faster and faster, her fingernails raking.

Bleeding scratches appeared in the wake of her sharp nails. Damien loved the pain.

“Fuck me, Sire,” Rosa gasped. “Yes, yes, yes. Pound me.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” Mary purred, the raven-haired vampiress crawling over Britney, her nostril flaring. She scented blood.

His blood.

Mary’s tongue licked up Damien’s scratches, her wet tongue adding a sting of pain to the wounds. Damien growled as she licked up the drops of his blood, not wasting the treat. Her lips kissed at his wounds, exciting him. His balls swelled.

Abigail broke the kiss, her body shuddering. “Pound the cunt,” gasped Abigail, her green eyes rolling in her head. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her muscles contracted. He could hear them clench, squeezing out the flood of her fluids that gushed out her pussy around his plunging dick. Her tart musked filled the air as she trembled against him. Her clit throbbed. Her labia quivered.

“Flood her cunt,” screamed Abigail at the height of her passion.

“Yes,” begged Rosa. “Sire, yes.”

Damien growled and buried into his vampiress’s snatch. His balls erupted. His inflamed lusts pumped load after load of his jizz into her. He snarled, the taste of his own blood still staining his lips, mixing with the flavor of Abigail’s kiss.

He squeezed Abigail’s ass hard, bringing a sweet moan of pain from his wife as his orgasm tensed all his muscles. He kissed her again, biting her lips, savaging them, drinking the coppery drops that flowed.

Father Augustine couldn’t stand up to Damien and his harem. The priest had tried with his strange, enhanced women and failed. Damien, Abigail, and his women would rip the priest apart, rescue Aurora, or avenge his angel’s death.

He ripped his cock from Rosa’s cunt. “Britney, Rosa, paint the van’s windows. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” Britney said, her eyes snapping open, the lethargy fading as she gained her feet. The bite marks around her nipples already closed, her body healing from the vampiress’ feast.

xxxxx

Father Augustine stepped out of the van into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower. His hands felt mighty. He clenched his fist as he stared at the support column before him. Curiosity gripped him. How strong am I?

The priest punched. Concrete sheered off the side of the column, cracking and falling to the ground in a cloud of gray dust. Expose rebar, twisted and gray-brown, appeared, iron bones sheered of their hard flesh.

“I didn’t feel a thing,” the priest muttered, staring at his hand.

“Father,” Joy gasped, her eyes wide. “That was awesome. You’re like a superhero.”

“Nephilim,” he answered, ignoring what he had read in the bible about the Nephilim. “Come.”

“Yes, Father.” Her voice had a dewy tone.

Her cunt must be dripping.

They rode the elevator in silence. He could feel the whorish lusts rippling from Joy as she shifted her hips, her venal desires gripping her. She wanted to fuck. He could smell the waft of her feminine excitement.

“Always the whore,” he said, watching the floors tick by.

“I am, Father,” Joy moaned. “You’re just so … irresistible.” She reached out, stroking his arm through the long sleeve of his cassock. “You’re growing younger, Father. Handsomer.”

“Control your lusts, slut.”

Her hand jerked back. “Yes, Father. I’ll try.”

“It is all you can expect from a woman.”

The elevator dinged onto Faust’s floor.

I ignored the secretary’s question as I stepped off the elevator and marched to Faust’s office. The woman protested, squawking like a hen. I did not care. I marched towards the doors to his office, mahogany veneers over reinforced steel. One of his thralls—a large, African-American man with forearms thicker than most men’s thighs—stood before the door.

“I need to speak to Faust.”

“It’s the day, Father,” the man answered. “He’s—”

Father Augustine’s hand seized the thrall’s balls and squeezed. The man grunted, his knees buckling. “Then wake him up. Now.”

“Y-yes,” groaned the man. His nuts crushed beneath the priest’s fingers. The thrall would heal.

“Run, dog.”

The man staggered to his steps. The secretary kept squawking. Father Augustine glared at the woman. Her jaw snapped shut and she fled back to her desk.

Joy let out another venal moan.

Father Augustine pushed against the doors. The steel beneath groaned and buckled. The mahogany veneers cracked beneath the stress. Fractures radiated from his hands. The metal groaned louder. Loud, tearing rents snapped through the air then the hinges squeaked as the doors pushed open.

“Father Augustine,” panted Joy. “Oh, my God. You are his chosen warrior. We shall defeat the darkness.”

“We shall,” the priest said.

“What are you doing… ?” The new woman’s voice trailed away into a shocked gasp.

The priest turned and smiled at the sight of the vampiress Lynette wearing an black negligee that clung to her lush body, her black hair tousled from her disturbed sleep. The priest smiled as her nipples hardened beneath the fabric.

“Waiting for Faust,” the priest said, reaching out to pinch her nipple through her negligee.

Lynette moaned.

xxxxx

Faust marched through the office, his executives and their staff’s reeking of fear. They all knew not to ask questions of his business. Anger boiled through him. He had sent Lynette to deal with the priest but she never returned to their bed.

What could have distract the…

Faust had lived over a century. He had witnessed many things. He had escaped hunts by the best of the Knights Venator. And when he pledged corrupted souls to the demon Jezebel in exchange for power and protection from Heaven, he had forged a business empire on the corpses of his enemies. He had bathed in blood, forced husbands to kill their wives, mothers to drown their children. He had reveled in the darkest, foulest debauchery. He had witnessed the depths of humanity’s dark sins.

He had thought he had seen everything.

But the sight of the steel doors of his office broken open shocked him. Molded into the steel were two hand prints, one on each door, pressed into the steel like they were made of clay. Faust was a vampire. He had strength beyond a normal human.

He could not have ripped those doors open.

For the first time in many years, fear touched the vampire as he ventured into his office. The priest sat in a comfortable, dark-red leather chair in the reading corner, his blonde slut Joy standing at his side. Faust’s vampiress, Lynette, knelt before the priest, her mouth hungrily devouring Father Augustine’s cock.

“That is my property, Jezebel,” Faust snarled, striding into the room. “She is not for your priest. I have not agreed to that.”

“Agreements change,” the priest said, speaking with his own voice and not the demon who possessed him.

The vampire swallowed at the intensity of the priest’s blue eyes. If he were living, fear would have loosened his bowels.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE