Search results

I begin stripping the boys mom. My fingers exploring her body. “Stay with me. Let me show you what can be yours. Forget the world and be mine.”

I pull back just enough to nick my own wrist, bringing a slow trickle of ruby red vitae to her lips. "Drink," I whisper seductively against her ear. "Let me fill that emptiness." "Feel that? That's eternity calling," I murmur, my fangs finding her throat again. "No more worrying about egat is...

I retract my fangs and look into her eyes. “Stay with me,” I murmur, my voice low and sultry. My mouth finds hers, slow and heated, and I press her back against me. My hand slides up her side and comes to rest over her breast, feeling the rise and fall of her breath and the frantic rhythm of...

I let myself relax into her embrace, my voice soft against her ear. “I promise you… I will make sure you see him again.” My fingers curl lightly into the fabric at her back, steadying her, holding her close. “Sooner than you think.” I draw her in just a little more, my breath warm at her...

I hesitate, as if weighing whether I should say what’s really on my mind. When I finally speak, my voice is quieter, heavier. “…Yes. Something bad happened.” I take a slow breath, letting my eyes fall for a moment before I look back up at her. “I didn’t come here to protect myself. I came...

I don’t argue. I soften — not submissive, just… sincere. “Then look at me and tell me what you think I did to him.” I hold the mother’s gaze — not challenging, but inviting. ( Presence: Awe.) “I cared for him. Not the way you fear. He was kind, awkward, and cute. He was flustered dancing with...

I knock at the door and wait for his mother to answer. “I’m so sorry to come like this. My name’s Chloe. I… knew your son. Not well enough really we only shared one night. But it was beautiful. He was beautiful,” She invites me in skeptically. Hands me a cup of tea that I pretend to drink...

I have the address. I’m still not sure what the fuck I should do. Generally, when I had a problem with a woman in life I fucked her boyfriend. Accidentally killing someone’s son is a bit beyond that. I get in one of Hector’s cars and input the address into the GPS and head that way.

“Hector gave me the name and address of the boy from the club’s mother. Says I am to protect the masquerade. I’m not even sure what that means much less how to accomplish it.”

Fuck I think. I pull out my phone. The two text messages are sitting there. The one with Lexi how I want to fulfill that one the other one I dread. I’m going to compose a message to Clara.

I smile at Lexi’s message. I miss her tongue too. Wish I’d dreamed of her. But then the second message lowers my mood. I’d best see Clars about this. I can’t afford another fuck up. I quickly get dressed. A sweatshirt and leggings along with sneakers. I’ll need to be ready for a struggle.

I rise not bothering to cover. The benefit of being dead is that the temperature is no longer a concern. Clothes only serve for modesty and to signal status and not a protection from the elements. I slide out of bed naked. My clothes from the night before apparently whisked off to the laundry...

I feel my body slump in my sires embrace as pleasure over whelms and sleep claims me. The last waking me more being Hector placing me in a comfortable position and whispering something in my ear.

I feel the ecstasy of my sire’s kiss as I feel the pull of day. My back arches and I cry out as exhaustion overtakes me. My eyes close with Hector's lips on my neck drinking.

All my plithy responses are devoured by Hector’s lips. I feel my body come alive under his touch. I wonder if this is some sign I was a slut in life. The fact that I only truly feel human in moments of intimacy. Perhaps it does but I put it out of my mind as I reach for his member and begin to...

“Age difference,” I chuckle. “I doubt modern smut dance is your thing but you should know all men under 100 are their age and all men over are 35.” I raise a leg and wrap it around Hector’s back before pulling him close and kissing him with burning passion.

I smile and strip down. Using a bit of blood to give my cold pale body the flush of life. I purposefully act playful and demure placing my hand to partially obscure my breast and slit. “By all means Hector. Take your progeny to bed.”

I look at my sire. The handsome man who saved me from permanent death and gave me this different existence. I walk over to him. He towers over me eyes smoldering. “Your brother is intense. Are sibling rivalries always adversarial?”

I smile at Hector, seeing the pride in his eyes for defying Marcus and that familiar hungry look. I put on my best innocent face, raising my voice to a girlish pitch. “Hmm, perhaps I spend the day in your bed, if that’s allowed.”

I walk over to Hector and trace his chest with the nail of my index finger. I bite my lower lip and look at him with mock innocence. “I normally am a fan of lively nights.”