Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery) (3 page)

“You need to wait a few days before you feed again, Donnie,” Ian advised. “Gluttony is unbecoming.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta’ watch my boyish waistline. But I've got to get outta’ the damn house. I’m being stampeded.”

“I think you mean ‘stymied,’ Ian corrected, a smile showing his gleaming white fangs. “We could go out on the moor and practice stalking prey on the rays of the moon. It should be full tonight, and I’m sick of the ladies outdoing us in that regard.”

“Yeah, too much fucking estrogen around here sometimes. Let’s do it, Blondie.”

Luna
was indeed a full sphere glowing in the starry black sky, casting silvery beams of chill luminescence across Culloden Moor. The peaty swale, bathed in the rays appeared to glow with a dull yellow, belying the swampy morass beneath. Ian lifted from the steps and soared low over the heath, thrilled with the sensation of flight and the cool air against his face. Donnie followed and took a higher route paralleling Ian’s path as he darted from one current to another. He was clumsier than Ian in the ether and struggled to maintain pace. As he tired of trying to stay abreast of Ian, Donnie put on a burst of speed and swooped down to tackle his mentor.

Ian sensed Donnie’s impending collision too late and felt the impact as Donnie encircled his waist and drove him to the ground in a classic rugby tackle. Had it been anyone but Donnie, Ian would have sloughed him off easily and counter attacked with devastating accuracy. However, Ian knew Donnie only wanted to wrestle, and so they slammed into the soft ground as one.

“Ha ha, I fuckin’ gotcha,” Donnie laughed as the cold water and mud oozed from the peat and soaked them both.

“I let you, punk-boy,” replied Ian knowing this would incite Donnie to lunge and try to pin or get a lock on a joint forcing submission. Ian sprang to his feet before Donnie could grab him. Now that Donnie walked the night, his natural human strength translated to super human: he was strong even by vampire standards. Ian was faster and a better wrestler, but Donnie’s sinew was a force to be reckoned with. Donnie rose, and the two muddy, soaked males circled each other probing for a weakness to be exploited. “C’mon, punk-o-licious, what’ve you got besides that pathetic excuse for a pecker?” Ian goaded.

Donnie took no offense; it was part of the game they’d played on several occasions. “That’s right, little man, keep it up and see what happens,” and he rushed at Ian.

Ian purposely dropped to his back as Donnie reached for him, planted his right foot at the junction of leg and hip and let the behemoth sail over him with a little added kick that threw Donnie 30 feet away, where he landed face down in the muck, with a splash.

“So that’s how it’s gonna’ be, huh?”

“No, that’s the way it is,” chuckled Ian.

Whoever said “Laughter is the best medicine” had never been subject to the collision Ian experienced when Donnie rushed him again and took him down. The six foot four inch, 300 pound body landing on him, pinned him to the swampy, wet soup. Ian was forced under muddy water for a second, before he could squirm partially free. Donnie relied on his bulk to keep his opponent down, but it was not enough in the slippery morass. Ian reached out and grabbed a leg, thick as a tree trunk, and turned his hips forcing Donnie onto his side. The wrestling pair now faced one another but was head to foot. As Ian applied a joint lock to Donnie’s knee, Donnie did the same to Ian.

“Give up little man? You like mud wrestling? Winner gets to fuck the loser!” Donnie grunted. It was part effort and part pain.

Ian did not answer. One of his hands was near enough to undo Donnie’s mud-caked shorts and let the python loose to flop in front of his face. Ian wasted no time slurping the flaccid cock into his mouth and instantly felt it begin to stiffen.

“Oh no you don’t!” cried Donnie, and copied Ian’s moves. Ian gasped as the warmth of Donnie’s mouth enveloped his own burgeoning tool. Both men refused to release the knee locks, as they gorged on the others’ meat…at first. Slurping each other in a sixty-nine was too much for Ian and he loosened his grip. Donnie didn’t need to tell him who would be the catcher tonight so he released his own lock and the vampires greedily sucked cock. Ian, out of character, came first. He spurted his hot load of jizz into Donnie’s hungry mouth before Ian was flipped onto his back in the muck which forced his supine legs into the air. Ian lifted his large scrotum out of the way to let Donnie see his puckered, waiting bunghole. Donnie spit some of Ian’s almondy tasting cum into his palm and smeared it on his own cock and the target of his desire. Ian jerked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock still in the throes of his own orgasm.

“What did you say about a choo choo once? Oh, yes, I remember.”

And then he entered Ian’s dark, yielding hole of pleasure. Ian had grown to like the anal violations and wondered, at times, if he would have discovered this phenomenon had he remained in the human realm. Now, his thoughts were on the huge cock shucking in and out, and the fact that he was getting hard again. He beat his meat harder and faster as Donnie also increased pace and power. The musky odor of ass blended with earthy aromas of the bog as the two vampires writhed in ecstasy. Ian registered the further swelling of the pummeling bat.

“Do it Donnie, fill my ass with cum! Slam it, you big redheaded cunt.”

Donnie needed no more encouragement and began to shudder as he released his spew, buried deep inside Ian. In turn, Ian could hold his own pleasure back no longer and he spurted cum into the air, it looked silver in
Luna’s
glow, where it spattered onto his face and chest. Donnie withdrew his still leaking dick and collapsed next to Ian.

“Well,” he muttered, “that was fun. Do it again some time?”

“Only if I let you win again,” Ian answered.

“Cute.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t mean…never mind, I get it. I love you Ian, you know that?”

“Yeah, Donnie, me too. This can last forever if we’re careful.”

“Caution is for pussies. Ya gotta live life, especially eternal life, Ian.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“She’s a nasty bitch.”

“Leave it alone. I know,” finished Ian

The third party of the week was in full swing. Loud Goth metal filtered up to the secret room where Rosa and Karn sat staring into each other’s eyes. Karn never spoke aloud and Rosa, not being able to penetrate the natural barriers possessed by a shapeshifter had never known whether it was by choice or just his particular characteristic. His parents had been very vocal, hurling invective curses at Rosa until she silenced them forever. Karn, only a young child at the time and on what was supposed to be a happy family vacation, was spared. A seasoned Vampress, Rosa was taken aback when instead of devouring the skinny, helpless child she felt something akin to pity...or maybe even love. Having gorged on his vacationing parents, Rosa decided not only to spare him, but take him with her. In time, she realized her actions were practical (he was a daywalker) as well as selfish.

She knew he received her telepathically because when she asked something of him, he always responded and understood the nuances of her desires. Right now, Rosa was agitated. A decision had to be made and soon. Her bitter disappointment in her family showed in her body language and the frown currently gracing her face. Karn remained stoic, betraying nothing of his feelings via facial expression, but Rosa sensed his discontent with the four additions down in the Scarlet Parlor. The fools brought five students home from UHI to “party”. Again.

‘
Karn, I must ask something of you. It is not something I am able to do myself.'

Karn nodded his agreement. He would do anything Rosa asked. She never threw orders or commandments at the shapeshifter, he simply complied with complete adulation. He loved his mistress. Rosa felt his want, his need, and reciprocated the feelings as best she knew how. What tore at her cold heart was the fact that when she fulfilled her promise to turn Karn, they could no longer be together. She would not return him to squalid, disease infested streets of Port au Prince, Haiti, but knew of another place in the United States, a young nation across the Atlantic Ocean. The information gathered from his parents blood as she drank their lives away told her so. A province called Louisiana would be his new home. He was of a noble family and their blood ran in his veins. Rosa believed Karn deserved to live the rest of his life as a master, not a slave to anyone; not even her. She outlined the plan and gave instructions. Karn nodded his understanding and acquiescence to Rosa’s wishes.

Sitting on the red divan, they both reached out for each other at the same time, her delicate pale hand entwined with his strong ebony fingers. Rosa felt the electric spark of raw expectation as Karn drew her close and their lips met, parted, and mashed heatedly together. She felt the warmth of his probing tongue and returned the kiss in kind. Karn’s hand unzipped her dress and slid the gown to her waist. Kissing her neck, he nibbled the taut flesh before dipping his close shaven head and sucking Rosa’s cupped breast. His tongue found her nipple and she growled her approval of his excellent technique. He was actually making love with his mouth. Making love to her milky breast.
“Oh Karn, I shall miss you.”

Silent as ever, Rosa’s dark lover laid her back and slid the sequined red dress over her hips and moved to lie atop and between her spread legs. She bore his hard muscled weight as he kissed her again. Rosa extending one hand along his side, massaged his buttocks, while her other sought his 10 length. It wasn’t difficult to find the thick black cock, which she squeezed and kneaded with knowledge born of centuries. He moved to lie beside Rosa as they fell into mutual petting, Karn’s fingers playing her clitoris like a fine Stradivarius, applying just the right amount of pressure, and delving into her dampness. He brought his hand from her pussy to his mouth and tasted her nectar, a smile creasing his mouth before he sucked her heretofore neglected perky left tit. Rosa’s nipple hardened atop her pale white orb, and she silently begged him to show his intense kind of love to her now dripping gash. Karn ignored her pleas momentarily as his tenderness turned to something more carnal; more animalistic.

Karn was making her wait, she knew, but he would not take too long, as his own yearning was magnified in his husky breaths, if not vocalizations. His self denial was hers, but it was worth the delay of gratification: it was more than a mere fucking and sucking festival. Karn kissed and licked his way over Rosa’s writhing body, the top of her thighs, and finally the sensitive skin near her glistening slit. He teased her swollen
labia majora
, slipping his tongue into the orchid-like organ and back out to wet her taint. Rosa once again grabbed Karn’s throbbing manhood and guided him on top of her as he licked her pussy. On all fours, Karn hooked his elbows under Rosa’s knees and brought her spread legs up before plunging his tongue all the way into her wanting pleasure hole. She in turn took the head of his cum dripping cock into her mouth, only after licking the oozing head. He thrust deeper into her eager mouth as his tongue danced on her now engorged clit.

“Mmmmm,” Rosa hummed, mouth filled with his big black meat. He began to pump her mouth while sucking her clit and finger banging her tight ass. His control was amazing, but he gave his excitement away with his increased speed and oral penetration. A shiver ran the length of Rosa’s body as his glans hit the back of her throat. The shiver turned to quaking as Karn’s thick 10 inches pressed against her throat again and held her pinned while he licked her exposed panic button and pumped his thumb in and out of her lubricated butt. When Rosa’s orgasm washed over her she almost threw Karn off, but he held fast and kept her “cock-pinned” to the divan.

Karn smiled once more as he withdrew his heated meat from Rosa’s mouth and straddled her, then sliding his length into her pussy. She cried out with wild abandon.

“Yes, my love, yes. A rose by another name would not be as sweet. Take my Rose, it is all for you!’

Karn started out slow, withdrawing to the head before slipping his blood filled cock back in, letting his well endowed balls bump against her butt. Rosa grabbed her own ankles to expose her sex even more and allow maximum penetration. Karn knew she wanted it hard and deep and gladly obliged, but made her wait for it. Two minutes in the missionary position and he was pummeling her hole: she screeched as her second set of orgasms arrived in wave after wave. When Karn withdrew his big black dick this time, Rosa sat up and stuffed as much of the meat as she could take back in her mouth. She sucked it like it was her last meal, but suddenly stopped just before Karn could release his steam of hot salty spunk. She knew what he liked, what he wanted. It didn’t matter if it was pussy or ass, Karn liked fucking doggie style, standing up. Rosa stood, turned, and bent over for Karn, offering herself to his long, bulbous love rod. Karn placed his hands on either side of her hips: Rosa reached between her legs and guided his cock to her ass, but he pushed it down to her gash and quickly entered with one thrust. Rosa yipped with ecstasy and grasped her ankles while Karn held her up and plunged his manhood into her repeatedly.