The Vampire Kiss Chapter Nine: Vampiric Hungers by mypenname3000
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Damien has rescued Abigail, but the sun rises stoon. Will there be time for he and his wife to escape the sun’s killing rays?
The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine’s soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women.
They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel’s client Faust. The powerful vampire had bargained with Jezebel for protection against Heaven’s interference. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon’s power. So far, no Knights Venator, the hunters employed by the Catholic Church had moved against Faust.
Until Heaven found a loophole. Jezebel wasn’t certain how. The demon had followed Heaven’s silly rules when she made her pact with Faust. The angels believed in the preservation, or at least the illusion, of free will. Every time an angel intervened for good, a demon could intervene for evil. Jezebel had accumulated her interventions and used them on Faust.
But the angels found a way to circumvent the rules. Jezebel suspected Aurora. The angelic cunt always found ways to interfere where she was not wanted.
And using vampires. What is Heaven up to?
Jezebel had learned of the threat, and discovering the source made using Father Augustine all the more delicious. Damien and Abigail D’Angelo, vampire hunters, had been turned. Augustine had been their chaplain. And now he would kill them to protect a vampire.
All of the priest’s service, thirty years of warring against vampires, undone because of his lust to fuck his parishioners.
Jezebel loved being a demon.
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Father Hyrum Augustine was alert and excited as he neared the edge of Chicago. Since he had embraced the feminine voice whispering inside him and given his sacrament to the three whores in the back, the priest had felt invigorated. He did not feel forty-eight but two decades younger. His cock was lead in his cassock as he listened to his whitish warriors giggle and moan in the back.
The three sluts were naked and caressing each other, saturating the wicked holes between their thighs—their cunts. Every woman was a whore to that greedy hole. Wet, hot, aching to be filled by fingers, tongues, cocks, or any other stiff, thick objects the patterns could get their hands on. But he had freed these three.
They lived to please only him, United by the holy sacrament of his seed collected from Samantha’s virgin snatch.
And right now, he needed pleasing.
“One of you sluts, get your mouth on my dick right now,” he said, his voice a gravelly growl.
“Ooh, which one of us should do it?” moaned Joy. Augustine had found Joy—a blonde, barely legal nymphette—walking down the side of the road. Dominating her had been the start of his transformation from simple priest into holy master.
“I would love to,” the young Samantha said. Augustine imagined her pushing up her glasses from her cute nose. She was engaged to be married, but the priest had shown the woman she really just was horny to lose her virginity and did not love her fiance. “May I suck your cock?”
“Oh, you’re so cute,” the married Donna Lawson moaned. Cuckolding the whore from her husband had been satisfying. Her daughter Britney had been claimed by Damien.
Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost.
What a waste.
“Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock,” Joy purred. “I’ll finger your pussy while you do it.”
“Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father,” moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest’s cock through his black cassock, her glasses slipping down her nose.
“It is a sacrifice, slut.”
“Did our play in the back make you hard?” Samantha purred, her brown hair falling about her innocent face.
“Yes,” Father Augustine groaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she lifted his cassock. He wore no underwear beneath, and the fabric rubbed across the sensitive crown of his dick.
“That was so wicked of us.” Samantha licked her lips. “Women are so wicked for inflicting sin on men.”
“That’s right,” the priest growled. The feminine voice laughed inside him. “Women need to remember their place.”
“On our knees, relieving the erections we cause in our husbands.” She grasped the priest’s dick. “Or our spiritual leaders.”
“Amen,” groaned Augustine as her wet, hot, warm mouth engulfed his dick. He groaned, fighting to stay in control of the van as her juicy mouth swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The pleasure rippled down his cock to his balls.
Samantha sucked hard and moaned. She squirmed as she knelt, Joy pressed against her side. The blonde’s hand shoved between Samantha’s thighs, rubbing at the whore’s cunt. Samantha bobbed her head, taking more and more of the priest’s cock as she shuddered on Joy’s fingers.
Joy nuzzled her lips against Samantha’s ear. Her tongue licked out, flicking around it and bringing another moan from the sweet Samantha’s lips. Father Augustine savored her sucking mouth and passionate sighs, his dick aching in the hot depths of her mouth.
“That’s it, slut,” cooed Joy. She licked Samantha’s ear again while Joy’s finger plunged noisily in and out of Samantha’s cunt. “Satiate the father. Relieve his cock and keep him from sinning.”
It was good that there was no traffic on the road. Father Augustine drifted into the right lane as the pleasure boiled in his balls. He let out a groan. The wheels thundered as the drove over the reflectors dividing the lane.
“What a whorish mouth,” groaned the father. He jerked the van back over, struggling to pay attention to the road as his dick ached in her ear, wet depths. The slut sucked and bobbed. His cock brushed the back of her throat.
“You can take more his cock than that,” hissed Joy. “Deep-throat the father. Satiate him, slut.”
“Yes,” groaned Donna, her voice thick with passion. “Swallow his cock. You have to please him with your whorish mouth.”
Samantha moaned her agreement, her passion humming around the priest’s dick.
Father Augustine’s head arched back as his slut swallowed his dick, the tip popping into her throat. The priest squeezed hard on the steering wheel as his balls boiled to a hot froth. The van’s tires buzzed over the stripes set on the highway’s shoulder. He had drifted left. He jerked the wheel. The pleasure tensed his body.
“Hallelujah!”
Cum exploded out of his cock right down the whore’s throat. He groaned through grit teeth, the van drifting right then back left. The pleasure burst through him with every blast of his cum until every drop was sucked from his cock.