“Yes, Sire.”
As Mary sucked noisily on Damien’s cock, with wicked commentary from Abigail, Aurora delved her tongue into Rosa’s silky depths. The angel reveled in her first time with a woman. She let her tongue lick through all the delicate folds. Her fingers spread Rosa’s labia wide apart so the angel could gaze at the pink depths before she nuzzled and explored.
“Lord, I’m going to devour this cunt.” Aurora leaned in and licked.
She loved it. Her tongue licked up the blood diluted into the pussy. A pink froth that melted on her mouth and made her own cunt clench. Rosa moaned and undulated her hips, grinding against Aurora’s licking mouth.
“That’s it, angel slut, love my cunt. Mmm, yes. That’s what you want. What you need. You’re an angel slut looking to lick my pussy until I cum.”
The car turned and slowed. Aurora shifted on the seat and grasped Rosa to keep from falling off. She never stopped licking. The car rocked as it drove onto the sidewalk. Metal crunched and someone screamed outside.
Aurora didn’t care what sort of reckless tactics Damien used to get them back to the club. Sunlight would kill the vampires. It might even kill her. Aurora understood so little about what had happened to her.
An angel had never been fed upon by a vampire before. She was something new.
And she hungered for all manner of sex. She lusted for it. She had to experience it. Enjoy it. She pressed her lips tighter into Rosa’s cunt. She licked and tongued her twat, gathering up all the juices while the vampiress moaned her delight.
“Sun’s getting closer,” Abigail purred. “Ooh, we might die together. You’ll have a woman’s mouth on your cock when you die.”
Damien laughed. “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll make it. That’ll piss off the sun.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Rosa moaned. “The beautiful sun. The horizon’s getting so bright. I want to see it.”
“Is she a daywalker?” Abigail asked.
“Maybe,” Rosa moaned. “Oh, yes. I don’t know if the sun will harm me, but I do know I’m going to cum if this angel-slut keeps licking me. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Make me explode. If I die, I want to die cumming on your sweet lips.”
“Yes,” panted Abigail.
Mary sucked harder on Damien’s cock, slurping loud. Aurora matched the vampiress’s enthusiasm, licking and nuzzling at Rosa’s flesh, drinking up all the vampiress’s excitement as it poured out of her cunt right into Aurora’s hungry mouth.
The SUV turned again. Damien laid on the car horn. You could never tell he had his cock in Mary’s mouth the way he drove with reckless skill. Aurora wanted to watch, but then she would have to stop devouring Rosa’s snatch and feasting on her juices.
Rosa bucked into the angel’s licking mouth. Aurora could feel the pleasure swelling in the vampiress’s depths, a growing tide which would soon consume Rosa with bliss. Aurora yearned for that explosion. She burned to drink the sexual energy and fluids gushing out of Rosa’s cunt.
The angel smeared blood on her fingers before working them between Rosa’s butt-cheeks. She found the vampiress’s puckered sphincter and thrust, the blood lubing the way. Rosa’s tight bowels clenched on the angel’s fingers.
“You wicked angel,” gasped Rosa, her bowels clenching on Aurora’s proving fingers. The vampiress pulled hard on her nipples, stretching out the brown nubs. Her head tossed back. “You’re such an angel-slut.”
“Cum, god-damn you,” hissed Aurora before latching her hungry lips on Rosa’s clit.
Aurora bit the sensitive nub. The pleasure sparked an explosion inside the vampiress.
“You fucking angel-slut. Fuck, yes. You whore. Damn, you know how to devour hot cunt.”
Aurora didn’t answer. The angel’s wings flapped as she drank the gushing, tart juices pouring out of Rosa’s cunt. The angel devoured them, the sexual energy replacing what she expended in the fight. The juices drenched her face.
So wonderful. Lord, I could bathe in cunt cream and jizz.
Aurora’s own orgasm burst through her cunt.
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Britney Lawson rolled black paint over the windows of the loft. It was thick paint, used for coating a house’s exterior. She and Vickie worked fast, sliding their rollers through the paint and coating the windows.
They started on the eastern wall, and now she was on the north while Vickie painted the south. There were so many windows. They had worked without break since their master left to save Abigail. Britney’s back ached and sweat dripped from her body. Fatigue burned in her limbs.
She ignored the pain. She would keep working. She had to make the loft safe for her master and his vampiresses. Britney was a thrall. She lived to obey and serve the vampire that had transformed her virgin body. She was more than human, blessed with more stamina and swift recovery. She replenished lost blood swiftly and her breasts constantly lactated.
They were full of milk, another ache she had to ignore.
“Where are they?” Vickie asked. “The horizon’s getting bright.”
“Master is coming. He’ll be here.” Britney rolled her brush through the black paint and went to work on the next window. “He’s awesome, you know. I mean, even as a human. Him and Abigail both. So just keep painting. Leave the worrying to Master. We have our job to do.”
“Right,” Vickie nodded. The African-American bent down and poured more paint into her tray. “I’m glad I followed him out of the convenient store. Being fed on is so exciting.”
Britney’s pussy clenched. “Yes, it is. So we need to keep working if we want our vampires to feed on is again.”
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Damien erupted into Mary’s sucking mouth as he barreled through downtown. He sent out his telekinesis and knocked over a traffic light, blocking the one-way street crossing ahead. He droved the SUV onto the sidewalk then barreled through the intersection.
Dawn was only minutes away. The horizon was bright. His heart beat with excitement as they flirted with death. Would they make it? Damien did not know. He reached out and took Abigail’s hand.
If we die, we’ll burn together.
Abigail squeezed his had back. She gazed intently ahead. At the next intersection, cross traffic had a green light. A car just entering the intersection jerked hard left and crashed into a truck in the next lane, blocking traffic.
“Go,” she grinned, her eyes alive and hypnotic.
Damien gunned through the intersection. “My wife is amazing!”
“There it is,” squealed Mary, the vampiress bouncing as she knelt between Damien and Abigail’s seats. “We’re close.”
“So’s the dawn,” Damien growled.
His heart hammered. At any moment the sun’s rays would pop over the horizon. The light grew brighter in the rear view mirror. The brick building that houses the club Risqué on the first floor loomed. The windows on the second, the loft apartment he occupied, were blackened.
“It’s coming,” Rosa moaned, “to free me. I can walk in the lights. The rays won’t hurt me.”
“Just the rest of us,” Damien snarled.
“Sorry, Sire. I can’t stop that.”
Damien cut the wheel hard, turning into the alleyway. Tires squealed. Golden light flared down the road as he drove into the building’s shadow. Behind him, dawn’s light painted the road. He slammed on the brakes and the SUV screeched to a halt.