Lust of a Vampire

Lust of a Vampire

Lust of a Vampire

By Belita Renn

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Belita Renn The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal, and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Lust of a Vampire Copyright (c) 2005 by Belita Renn ISBN: 1-59836-077-9 Cover art and design (c) 2005 by Marianne LaCroix All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form without permission, except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. Printed and bound in the United States of America. For information, you can find us on the web at www.VenusPress.com

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Lust of a Vampire

Dedication:

To my Daughters.

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Belita Renn

Chapter One

A gust of wind blew the leaves in a whirling spin like a small tornado. Huddling into her coat, Selean Hemp was waiting. The poison in her system wasn’t a fast working one, unless you took a lot, but it was supposed to be a painless death. That was the important thing to her now. Nothing was left for her, but death. Her sister’s passing left her alone in the world. In this cold world where no one cared if she was dead or alive, she was without family and lonely. As she didn’t want to be here, and no one wanted her here, there was no reason to stay. Death was the oblivion she wanted, and it was a logical solution. It was the only way she could be with her loved ones, and the ever-increasing pain from the cancerous disease, and loneliness was driving her mad. She wanted a love, but it was too late to find that special man that would know her hearts desires better than she did. They would say she had gone mad, when her body was found. Perhaps, she was around the bend and bonkers. She didn’t care. She had the same disease that had taken her family. There were no outward signs yet, no deterioration. That would come in the next year. The disease that had left her sister nothing but bruised skin over bones when she died was now hiding inside her own body. It was better this way, even if the world considered her mad for taking her life. She had thrown away her love on a man that had promised to love her, until she had satisfied his lust for her body. Once he had sated his lust, he was no longer interested in her love. She had been left alone with her broken heart and raging lust with no outlet except fantasy. She wasn’t a beauty, but she wasn’t ugly. She liked to call herself a collage, a patchwork of her ancestry. Her black hair, from a mix of Indian and African ancestry was straight, waist length, and looked as soft as it felt. Surrounded by black lashes her brown eyes had a golden tint and a warm sparkle. Her smooth skin was a light golden brown from French and African ancestors. The lips she inherited were full and kissable. Her nose was narrow and small. Age hadn’t given her wrinkles, and now it never would. Some would consider her heavy, because even without her clothing she had an hourglass figure, and her stomach was gently rounded. There had been no reason she couldn’t find love, she merely hadn’t; and now it was too late. She crushed the medical report from her physician, and tossed it into the fire-barrel. Moving to the swing hanging from the branch of a large oak tree, she picked up the bottle of wine she had mixed the belladonna into. Taking a healthy swallow she emptied the bottle. “That does it then.” She tossed the bottle into the fire barrel. “Does what?” A deep, sultry voice said behind her. The sound of his voice went through her, like a spiral toward sexual climax that was suddenly cut off when the voice stopped. Twisting around she was suddenly face-to-face with the most gorgeous male she had ever laid her yearning golden-browns upon. 5

Lust of a Vampire “Nothing of importance.” She knew better than to admit what she had done. Besides, she didn’t want this luscious male thinking she was insane. It was to late to fulfill the fantasies, which had filled her nights. Too late for one wild night of sex before she died. If only he had appeared this morning. “Excellent. Do you mind if I join you? It is rather chilled tonight. Sharing your fire would be appreciated.” Stepping to the end of the swing, he waited for her approval. His voice wrapped around her, arousing her until she shuddered from the sudden pulsing in her sheath. How she would love to take him inside for one lucky night. At this point she would love a one-night stand. He could grab her up, and drag her into the house like a caveman, and then ravish her body all night, and she would be thrilled. It was one of her fantasies to have a man know her desires and fulfill her every fantasy. She would have been so lusty he would praise her, and declare that he had finally found the woman of his dreams. If only she had met him last year, she would have rocked his humanity, and turned him into a real lusty caveman. “I suppose, as long as you don’t stay to long.” Her voice was beginning to slur. Not now! Wait a little while longer. Wait until he has gone, or he might call for help. I must keep it together until he departs. I would like to leave him with a pleasant memory of me. Dressed in black evening apparel, with a superfine wool cloak hanging open, he didn’t appear cold. He had broad shoulders and lean hips. Her gaze scanned a handsome, oval face with a straight nose and a dimple in his chin. A head taller than she, he was over six feet tall. Yum. His skin was a rosy white, but she could overlook that small flaw. Why hadn’t she met someone like this before she had gotten sick? Now, it was to late to even hope he was interested. “No, you won’t be here long at all now. I suppose the time is growing short.” Moving to her side, he sat on the swing. His long legs set the swing moving gently back and forth. “Yes, it’s getting late. I will be going soon.” She glanced toward the house. Should she go inside as a hint for him to leave? Be nice, leave him with a nice memory of you. “Can I offer you something to drink?” “No. I’ve come to take you away from all of this.” Waving his hand, he indicated the surrounding area. It wasn’t a bad view. The back lawn was small, with one mighty oak. The back porch screen door had a hole in the mesh screen, but the small ranch house had been painted white last year, so it still looked presentable. “Away from the pain.” “Oh.” Now she understood why he was so handsome, he wasn’t a real human. He was a spirit sent to take her away. Would her body be in the swing when she departed with him? She hadn’t even realized she had died. She felt the same; the smoke from the fire smelled the same. His scent filled her lungs with pleasure; it was like breathing in liquid sex. The man-spirit had pheromones pouring out of his pores that were really arousing her desires. Sighing, she wished she had been allowed to have sex with him before dying. “You won’t be giving me any problems,” he commanded, his deep timber vibrating with authority. Yet his gaze was tender, as though he cared for her feelings of distress. She shook her head. “No problems. I have everything arranged. There are no loose ends that need handling.” The simple gown she wore was her best. She had chosen it to be buried in,

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Belita Renn and had left instructions that it was her wish. Her wool coat would protect her gown from becoming soiled if her body slipped from the swing. “If you are ready, we need to go? I am in something of a rush to get you back. I should have taken you earlier.” “Yes.” She stood, and he rose by her side. “Put your arms around my neck,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and beneath her legs. Then he lifted her with ease, as though she weighed no more than the leaves fluttering in the breeze. His touch sizzled through her body. Her sex grew wet. A moan of desire rumbled in the back of her throat. Bending at his knees, he sprang upward into the sky. They rose into the air, rotating as they lifted, turning in a slow circle, which made her unable to see the swing she had sat upon. Twisting her head to look over his shoulder, she tried, but was unable to catch a view of the house. She wanted to see her body. By the time they twisted around in the direction of the tree, so she could look down and see the swing. It was too late. All she could see was the top of the tree covered in red and gold fall leaves. The flame flickering in the fire-barrel was an orange-red glow. The branches and leaves concealed the swing. Disappointed, she turned to face the handsome spirit. He really made her ache as no man ever had. “We didn’t move from beneath the tree when we rose from the swing, how did we miss the limbs? Why didn’t we float through the leaves,” she queried. Air fluttered around them, and she feared it would snatch her voice away. Lowering his eyes to her face, he smiled. She felt as though her heart stopped, which was foolish, as she didn’t have a heartbeat. “We moved at an angle outward from the tree as we lifted. Then we straighten, which was why we were turning.” “Oh.” Laying her head on his shoulder, she stroked his silken hair. His skin was cool beneath her hand. “You should have warmer clothes for flying.” He chuckled, and she heard the sound beneath her ear. Snuggling her face closer to his neck, she licked his throat. He tasted of fresh sunshine and male essence. His body jumped as though shocked. Was it a shock of physical awareness? “Can you have sex?” What was she thinking; of course spirits didn’t have sex with dead people? Then, whom did they have sex with? You’re still rambling. Silently, she pointed out. “Actually, yes. We are going to have sex, and you are going to scream with pleasure,” he said, and flashed a charming smile that revealed the edge of white teeth. He wasn’t confident; he was convinced. If all women were as affected as she was, his confidence no doubt came from much experience. Sighing, she stroked his blonde hair. “I hope-ps so,” her voice slurring, her eyes grew heavy. “That is the effects of the poison kicking in. I can help.” Opening his mouth, he had long canines that reminded her of vampire stories. Scraping one canine across his bottom lip, he

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Lust of a Vampire made it bleed. Vampires never pricked themselves with their canines, this was further proof he wasn’t a vampire. “Lick the blood away and then kiss me.” “Umm, kinky and bossy, I like it.” Not aware she had spoken aloud, she assumed her eyes had revealed her pleasure, as he chuckled. Moving her body, he lifted her, making it easier for her to reach his mouth. Holding her within the strong band of his arms, pressed against his hard torso, she felt a new thrill of awareness. She leaned against his body for pleasure, as well as purchase, and stared at his luscious lips. “Yes, Master.” Harrumphing, he didn’t sound as though he approved of being called master. Leaning forward she smiled, and licked the blood from his lip, then claimed his mouth. Surprising her, he parted his lips and kissed her with an unexpected passion. Their lips merged, their tongues danced against each other in a sensual romance that revealed his desire for her was rising as strong as her own. The aching need flooding her body made her want to rip his clothes from his body. She longed to climb onto the erection she felt pressed against her pelvis. The pressure of his erection against her mound was warm and solid. It felt good against her, pressed close to her sex, it was a testing of her ability to resist his temptation. He smiled against her lips. Hypnotic, his warm gaze seemed to probe her soul and was pleased with what he found. Heat sizzled through her veins. No longer was she cold, as her body heated from the inside out. She was on fire with desire. He groaned deep in his throat, and she went over the edge of control into the unknown of demanding lust. She needed him inside her, now. Grinding her pelvis against his hard erection, she moaned from unadulterated pleasure and driving need. “How long?” Clinging to his shoulders, Selean knew she had found her piece of heaven. How long could she stay with him, before they were forced to part? How much longer would it take to arrive? She wanted his clothes off, so she could see, touch, and love his gorgeous body. Slowly, he ended the kiss. Strong arms held her firmly against his hard torso. His erection was pressed tightly between them. He was large from muscle not fat, and she wanted him more than she had ever wanted a man. Wild urges were surging through her body. If they didn’t arrive someplace soon, she was going to straddle him in the air, and sink his large cock inside her aching pussy. As though reading her mind he reached beneath her clothing, and skimmed his hand up her naked legs to her crotch. Selean gasped with pleasure and made no effort to stop him. Grasping her underpants he tugged them down her hips. Holding her against his chest with one powerful arm, he tugged the underpants down her limbs, and then shoved them between their bodies inside his vest. Cupping her naked buttocks he lifted her hips. Eager for his possession, she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Tugging her gown up to reveal her cunny for his possession, he used their pressing bodies to hold the material up. Holding her buttocks aloft with his arm, he reached beneath her and released his engorged member. Grasping her buttocks in both hands he lowered her body, impaling her on his erection. Dropping hard and fast on his root, she squealed in delight as the hot, hard rod stretched her to accommodate his size. 8

Belita Renn Shuddering from the exquisite pleasure flooding her veins with euphoria, she claimed his full lips. Clinging to his hips with her legs, she rocked on his shaft. Aiding her efforts, he lifted her buttocks with his strong limbs and eased her back down. Bouncing on him she cried out, as her blood burned and seared through her flesh. She was burning up from the inside. Her skin felt hot and blushed, as though all the blood in her body was boiling, and expanding. Her pelvic muscles clinched around the hard rod of his shaft. The slick juice from her body was making a sucking sound, as the friction broke the clinging hold of her grasping muscles from his pulsating flesh. Tension coiled through her body, building a dam to hold her flooding emotions, as they grew more intense. Tighter, the coil built pressure in her corpse. She cried out in frustration as it continued to build, and the dam didn’t break. Grinding against him, she felt the sudden swell of his penis head and knew he was ready to cum. Driving her body onto his cock she demanded release, and wailed in agony when he dropped his head, and groaned deeply like a beast. His body shuddered from his climax, and she felt hard pressure as his sperm forced its way into her vagina. Desperately, she drove her body onto his hard shaft. Her body burned, it was right there like a word just out of grasp in the mind, if only she could pass through the invisible barrier. But release evaded her and he stopped assisting her movements. Sighing, he kissed her neck. Dropping her head to his shoulder, she stilled her struggles against him, as his member softened. Her legs were exhausted, and with his arms no longer aiding her movements she had no choice but to give up. Shaking from tension, a tear slipped from beneath her lowered eyelids. Her body throbbed and her heart thundered, but it was over. She wouldn’t spoil his pleasure by allowing him to see her tears of frustration. He had received his release, and it was well deserved. How many men could move with that strength, and not allow concentration to wander from their flying abilities. How many men could fly? Giggling, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Lowering through the air, they floated down swiftly toward a mountaintop, and onto a balcony of a castle. “Where are we?” Craning her neck she looked at the surrounding area and the sand colored stone castle. “Your new home. You will feel better soon. You must rest while the poison is worked out of your system.” “Is that what is wrong?” Oh, of course she should have known to blame the poison, after all, it certainly could not be him, and her desire was still raging. But if she were dead… Landing lightly, she dropped her legs from his body to settle on the balcony. Before her toes touched solid stone he was sweeping her legs up, and carrying her through an open balcony door into a candle-lit chamber. “What are you talking about? Why would the poison matter now?” “You want to climax before you go to sleep, I know. But that cannot happen because I almost waited to long. I watched you drink the poison, and waited to see if anyone would arrive to save you. When I was certain no one would come to your aide, I knew you were officially

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Lust of a Vampire dead, and I could act." Setting her on her feet, he removed her coat, and then her clothes. His hands touched her impersonally, yet made her flesh sing with ecstatic tingles. “Act?” Reaching for his cloak, she slipped it from his shoulders with shaking finger. Never had her desire for another been so strong. Wanting to touch his flesh she reached for his shirt. Grasping her wrists he stopped her movements. “First things must come before second.” Sweeping her up into his arms, he laid her on a huge bed. “I am confused.” Frowning, Selean looked around the chamber. A fire flickered in the fireplace. Heavy black draperies hung beside the balcony door, and over the window. It was a large room with Victorian furniture, and gold-framed pictures decorating the walls between sconces with tallow candles. “Wow. I am confused. It looks like a regular room. I mean not regular, a real room. A king would be proud to sleep in a room like this, but it’s not what I expected heaven to look like.” “None of this is what you expected. No need to worry. All of your problems are over now, and I will explain all when you are better and thinking clearly.” Sitting on the bed beside her, he lifted her arm, and wrapped a velvet-covered strap around her wrist, then closed it by looping the ends together, as one does for the first layer of a bow. There was nothing threatening about the wrapped strings because he didn’t finish tying. Instead he dropped the dangling ends, as though finished. “This will prevent you from touching yourself.” “As long as you touch me, I will be happy.” Lifting her free hand, he strapped it loosely to the bed also. “I know you are filled with desire. We will get to that soon.” His canine bit his lower lip; touching his finger to the blood drop, he carried it to her legs. Spreading her legs he shoved the finger into her sheath. It set her on fire. Hot heat burned into her womb, and spiraled up through her body. Her peaked nipples tightened more, her breasts ached with need, and her clit throbbed double time. It was wild, like a drug in her system. His thumb stroked over the aching nub, and she cried out as the sensation ripped through her body, she was on the verge of a climax. Bucking against his hand, she felt her insides tighten, and prepare for release. She welcomed it with all of her body, another moment, and she would be in heaven. He removed his hand. “You cannot cum.” “Wait a minute.” She pulled at the restrains holding her arms, but they didn’t budge. “What is happening?” She looked at her wrists; they were still tied in the innocently lashed velvet. Not knotted, or in a bow. What was holding her captive? Pulling her arms down using the weight of her body, she strained her muscles, but the innocently looped material didn’t budge. “Oh heavens, am I in hell?” “Some would call it hell.” Touching her nipple with the finger that had been inside her, he leaned down, and kissed the juice from her nipple. Shocked by the surge of pleasure in her clit, she stopped pulling at the restrains, and watched in fascination. He repeated his actions on the other nipple. Then he rubbed the last of the juice on her upper lip. Her scent filled her

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Belita Renn nostrils. Leaning forward he licked the juice from her lip. A soft velvety tongue, wet, and warm, and totally delectable licked her lips. Parting her lips, she was hungry for his kiss. Hungry, needy, and ready to become demanding, if he didn’t give over soon. Withdrawing from her lips, he stood over her, gazing at her body with eyes heated by lust. He wanted her. It was easy to see the lust in his eyes. Remembering the feel of his hard erection between her legs, she slid them together, to press her aching clit. Lifting her head, she gazed at the bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He wanted her again, so why did he not love her? “You cannot cum.” Shaking his head, he twisted at the waist, gazing around the room. “Oh heavens. You’re not going to leave me like this? I’ll go insane.” She was sure she needed release more than she had ever needed it in her life. “Please don’t do this.” Suddenly desperate, she begged. Spinning his head toward her, he locked his dark gaze with her own. He stared deep into her eyes, his so dark with passion that the blue appeared black. “Calm down.” Amazingly, she did as instructed. But that didn’t stop the ache in her breasts, or the rapid blood flowing through her veins. The throbbing of her clit, and the aching need of her sheath, pulsing in convulsions within her body, was as strong. Still she was calm, and felt no anxiety. “There is one other thing I can do for you. You do want me to help you?” “Yes, release my hands.” “I have a better idea.” Standing, he moved to the table beside the settee. Lifting a small glass object, he returned to the bed. Holding it up for her to see, it was a long oblong cylinder of solid glass, with smooth and round edges. The transparent glass had a pale pink glow. Sitting on the bed, he spread her legs, and slowly pushed the cold glass into her sheath. Gasping, as her muscles clamped down on the cold cylinder, she pushed to get it out. “What is it?” “I call it a climax stopper.” “Very funny.” He was right though, she no longer felt like she was prepared to climax, but she was still going crazy from the intense ache in her needy body. “Take it out.” “No, it will absorb the poison from your body. Go to sleep Selean.” Her eyes were suddenly heavy, and they drifted down. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed, were his canines appearing in his mouth, and his head lowering, as he bit into her breast. A sharp pain, turned into intense pleasure. Her sheath pulsed around the glass cylinder. She should have screamed from fear, but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t lift her heavy eyelids. She felt the warm liquid of her blood wetting her breast, and then his velvet tongue was licking her breast. It felt like it did when a puppy was licking her hand. Only the hot, slick and eager tongue was bathing her breast, but it belonged to what? A vampire? A moan of intense pleasure came from him, as she drifted into unconsciousness. When she woke, she could feel the cold cylinder inside her pulsing sheath. It was hard and alien, and she was instantly aware of its presence in her body. Her hands were still tied, but her legs were free. If she could get her mouth to the ties, she could release her hands. Digging 11

Lust of a Vampire her heels into the mattress, she pushed up with her legs. A sharp pain, and pulling in her anus stopped her movement. “God’s teeth!” Twisting her head, she looked at the foot of the bed, and saw a cord that ran from over the foot of the mattress up between her legs. Clinching her anus muscles, she felt the object lodged there. “You bloody dung!” She screamed as loudly as her vocal cords would allow. “Calm down,” his deep voice said softly, yet as clearly as if he was lying by her side. Startled, she felt her body tense and pulse in reaction to his throaty timber that made her body want to climax. “Bugger.” How could her body betray her, when he had her tied like an animal? No, worse than an animal. No one put a plug in an animals arse; at least she hoped they didn’t. Twisting her head, she gazed around the room, but she couldn’t find him. The room was empty of life. There didn’t appear to be any places to hide, unless he was lying on the floor at the foot or edge of the bed. Opening her mouth wide, she inhaled a deep breath, and screamed for all she was worth. “Calm down. I am trying to sleep.” The sound of his voice made her ache with want, her pussy clinched. He had a bloody delicious voice. What had he said; this is hell? But it wasn’t. She was alive, she was sure of it, and he had bit her breast, with vampire canines. Lifting her head, she searched for signs of the bite, but was unable to see anything more than two pink spots. “Let me go you bloody dung—“ “Silence,” harshly, he voice commanded, and her voice disappeared, although she continued to rage at him and toss curse words at him. It took a moment to comprehend she was not making a sound. A silent scream tore from her throat. Panting heavily, she tired to think calmly. She was in trouble. They would find her note, and think she had gone off somewhere to die. No one would look for her, and he knew it. Think, think, she chanted to herself, while trying to calm her terrified thoughts. She had to get free, that was her only hope of escape. If she could sneak out while he slept, she had a chance of getting away before he found her. Bracing herself for the pain, she braced her heels once more, and pushed her body slowly upward. The pain tore at her insides, clinching her teeth she tried to contain any sound that might escape. Forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t make a sound. Moving slowly she pushed with her heels, and remembering she could not scream aloud; she opened her mouth and let the scream of pain fly from her throat. The echo of her scream seemed to vibrate around the room. Gasping a breath she let her outrage free, “Son of a sna….” She snapped her mouth closed and stopping the next word from flying. Of all the times to regain her voice, now was not the time she needed it. The bugger thing in her anus canal felt like it was holding onto the inner walls with claws, shredding her insides. “What the devil are you doing?” He demanded, but he didn’t rise from the floor. Where was he? Panting from the pain, she eased her body back down, and the pain disappeared, leaving a mild discomfort. Shaking violently from reaction and fear, she didn’t think she could have answered if she had wanted. True she wanted to cuss him, but not hold a conversation.

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Belita Renn “If you harm that ass, I am going to fuck it so hard, you will wish I had let you die. You need rest to restore your body, as do I. Once the poison is gone, I will make you cum as I promised.” I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you. Mentally, that might be true, but her body didn’t agree. Her heart leapt at his words, and her body throbbed with anticipation. She couldn’t understand why she was still feeling sexually excited. Fear alone should have killed all thoughts of desire. “Now go to sleep,” he ordered. Instantly heavy, her eyelids drifted downward. Struggling to keep them open, fighting the sleep that was claiming her mind, she tossed her head to stay awake. Her eyes closed, and she snored gently.

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Chapter Two

She woke with a start, her heart pounding. She scanned the room for him. A candle tree standing by the wall had a light flicker around the candles, attracting her gaze. The wicks burst into flames, lighting the chamber. Her body ached with need; her wrists were lying beside her head. She reached down to touch her breast, but the velvet straps stopped her just short of reaching them. She needed to cum so badly, she felt like screaming. “Where are you, you dung heap—“ Her not so sweet voice entered his head, as he woke from his restoring slumber. He cut it off with a smile. He couldn’t wait to get to her, or to enter her hot cunt. She wanted him bad, he had made certain of it before retiring. The pulsing cylinder he had placed in her flowing juices had prevented her from coming, and the seed he had placed in her anus, would be making her so horny she would be climbing the walls. The thin plug he had used to press the seed into her ass, would keep her aware of the ache in her pussy. Indeed it had been a good night’s work, he had saved her life, and made her his sex partner. He adored her strength already. Few would have been brave enough to take their life, once they learned they had a disease that would kill them slowly over the coming year. He lusted after her womanly soft curves, with round high breast and large nipples made for suckling. She had long slim legs that would wrap a man in a cocoon, holding him firmly, while she rode his cock. Flashing eyes revealed she lusted as strongly as he. And let us not forget, a lovely ass. Smiling he masturbated quickly, before he rose from his bed to prepared her a hearty meal. She was going to need energy. He hadn’t had a woman to love in a long time. At least twenty years. Oh, he had sex while biting some of them, but it wasn’t the same as having a partner that he could love and trust. He felt more alive, than he had felt since Adora had chosen death twenty years back. He didn’t blame Adora for abandoning him, he didn’t love her and it had driven her insane. Their relationship had been based on lust, it had been a balm for the loneliness, and still he had continued looking for his perfect mate. Adora had resented his need for another. Lust had been enough for her and she couldn’t understand his feelings of emptiness. When, in a rage, she had chosen death, he had vowed to never make another woman a vampire. As the years rolled past he had considered death, but the thought that she was out there somewhere waiting for him kept him going. He had searched the world for her, and by a simple twist of fate he had found her. Smiling, he remembered that night. He had been following a sexy young thing that he had decided to fuck and bite. Lifting above her he flew past and settled on the street corner. Leaning against the brick building he waited for her approach. “Hello beautiful.” He attracted her gaze. Staring into her eyes he 14

Belita Renn quickly hypnotized her. Taking her hand he guided her to the wall. Pretending she was someone special, he fantasized that she was his love. Kissing her passionately he had opened her blouse and revealed her lush breasts to his view. Bending he suckled her nipples, smiling against her breast as she moaned with pleasure. Gliding his hand beneath her skirt he had tugged her panties to her ankles. It was as close as he could come to tying her on the street. Uncaring that anyone passing by would witness the love play, he spread her legs and finger fucked her until she was dripping wet. Lifting her, he commanded her to brace her feet against the wall, while he tugged her knees against his sides and impaled her. Seated deep in her vagina, he tipped her head to the side and bit her necks. Fucking her slowly he drank her life giving fluid. A startled gasp captured his attention. Lifting his head, he saw the woman that he later learned was Selean, standing on the sidewalk with a hand covering her mouth, watching him fuck his victim. She stared as though unable to turn away. He continued fucking the woman, while watching Selean. Her eyes connected with his and he hypnotized her to forget what she was witnessing the moment she walked away. But she didn’t turn away, she watched, totally fascinated. Her startled gaze intensified his desire, and his climax was the best he had had in years. Finished with the woman, he left her leaning against the wall, where she would remain until she awoke from the trance. Shoving his cock into his pants, he had approached Selean. “What is your name sweetheart?” “Selean.” She whispered, and shivered when he brushed her erect nipple. “Your full name and address is what will please me. You do want to please me, don’t you?” Seductively, he queried. His hand slipped inside her blouse and fondled her breasts. Nodding she gave him the information he needed. He didn’t know why she thrilled him more than the others, but he was enjoying the moment. “Do you want me to fuck you here, as I did the other woman?” She shook her head. “Ah” he liked her response. “What do you want from me Selean? What is your fantasy?” “I don’t have a fantasy.” She turned and walked away, forgetting him and what she had witnessed. He had followed her home. Over the weeks that followed, she continued to intrigue him. He learned that life's hardships had stolen her dreams. He assumed she worked during the day, at night she cared for an ailing sister. He had been tempted to cure her sister, but feared revealing his presence. Moving as fast as lightening, he prepared her tray, piling it high with fruit, vegetables, and a hunk of turkey. He had taken the time to learn her favorite food before he had claimed her. When he thought of how close he had come to being too late, it made him feel sick to his stomach. Her mind had called out to him in pain last evening, which was why he had decided it was time to fetch her. He had been watching her this past year, learning of her family’s health problem, he knew it would only be a matter of time before lovely Selean developed the wasting disease. He had smelled the disease in her blood. Still he had hoped it would be years before the illness developed. 15

Lust of a Vampire He watched her from the shadows through windows as she struggled to be lighthearted to cheer her dying sister. In her room she cried. He had watched her, knowing that one day she would be without family ties to hold her to the human world. Then the sister died, and Selean met a young man and was happy for the first time since he had met her. After a short time, the man was gone and she was angry, but he sensed the anger was directed at herself instead of the young man. During the time he watched her, he fell in love with her gentle spirit. Suddenly, she was miserable and he had to learn the reason. Slipping into her house while she slept, he had found the medical report from the doctor. Learning of her disease, a hard hand had clinched his heart. He knew he could never let her go. He hadn’t intended to interfere with her life unless necessary. He wanted her to have a family and be happy. Now he knew she would never have those things. It was selfish of him, but he was relieved to have an excuse to make her his mate. Through her bedroom window, he watched her masturbate, and felt guilty for invading her privacy, until he learned of her plans of suicide. After that night he watched her closely, he masturbated while watching her finger her pink genitals and dark nipples. She had been helpful by leaving a candle burning beside the bed until she climaxed. With his night vision he could have seen, but with the light, he was able to see the colors as they were meant to be. It pleased him that she preferred candlelight instead of harsh lamplight. Her lovely golden flesh tempted him to enter her home and claim her body, but he had refrained. Waiting for the suicide or a cure. Now she was officially dead and his. No one would look for her. No one had a claim on her time. Next he had to bind her to him. He longed for Selean to love him, but he would accept lust as long as he could keep her with him. He had watched her, knowing that one-day she would be without family ties to hold her to the human world. If she would look on their life together with favor, was all he could ask. But, he wouldn’t make her a vampire, until he was positive that was her wish. If in the future she chose to leave, he wanted her to have that option available. He didn’t expect love. Adora had made it clear that no one could ever love a monster. Love was fleeting anyway, it usually didn’t last over twenty, or thirty years, a mere blink in time for an immortal. Lifting the tray, he carried it up to her room in the tower. It was his favorite room in the castle. There was no reason to knock; he knew she was awake. With his incredible hearing, he could easily hear her cussing him. Opening the door, he cast a smile at the beautiful feast, of naked womanhood stretch out on the Victorian bed. A hundred years ago a woman tied naked to a bed, and waiting on her man’s desire was a common thing. It wasn’t considered a proper thing for a gentleman to do to his wife in modern England. Instead the gentlemen ignored their wives indulgences, while they indulged their lust with a mistress. Such a waste of female flesh was reprehensible. If they would only take the time to bind their women to them, they wouldn’t need to hop from bed to bed, seeking the elusive love they needed. However, he knew how difficult it was to bind a woman's emotions. Still, at least he was willing to try. “How are you feeling,” politely he queried. 16

Belita Renn “You son of a snake eater, I am not dead, and this is not hell. Correction, this is hell, do you intend to torture me daily?” “My mother was a noble woman in the fifteenth century, my father was a gamester and had little honor, but he wasn’t a snake eater.” Placing the tray on the bedside table, he tapped his chin. “Let’s see, your next question. Oh yes, no, you are not dead. The glass you feel pulsing in that lovely little juicer is absorbing the poison from your body. The last I believe was the question, of this being hell. To some this would be considered hell, and no, I do not intend to torture you at all. I’m not saying I won’t punish you, if you misbehave.” While talking he moved to the bed, and fiddled with her hard nipples. She withered under his touch, longing for it, and resenting the longing. Casting a smile at her lovely oval face, he trailed his hand down her ribs. Enjoying the way the muscles tightened beneath her flawless flesh. Swirling his fingers over her stomach, he worked slowly downward. “You have no right to do this to me.” Biting her bottom lip, she watched his movements. Her legs thrashed about, and her heels dug into the mattress, but she couldn’t move away. The plug in her anus prevented her from moving more than a few inches. “Ah, but I do, you belong to me now.” Walking down the side of the bed he raked his fingers through her curls, and slid a finger down between the slit lips of her labia. “Perhaps, I should leave the plug in while I make you cum. Do you think you would enjoy that?” Rubbing her clit she moaned, and rocked up to meet his probing finger. “No.” She ground out between clinched teeth. “You said it would stop me from coming. You merely wish to torture me.” “I meant the plug in your ass. It is the crystal in your vagina that stops you from coming. Still, you would enjoy trying to cum, if I left it.” She glared at him. “Very well, spread your legs for me.” Joining her on the mattress, he settled between her spread knees. Bending forward, he thrust his fingers into her sheath, and grasped the end of the glass cylinder. Lowering his head, he lapped her labia with his tongue. Her gasp of delight made his erection throb, and press into the tight seam of his breeches. Probing with his tongue, he found her swollen clit, and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. Pressing her legs wider apart, he admired the soft pink flesh, and the juices glistening around the entrance of her sheath. It was amazing that the opening to the gates of hell was celebrated, while the opening of a juice box turned girl into a woman, and a lady into a wanton was not. Spreading her labia, he grasped the hard nub of her clit. He waited until her back arched, and she thrust her breast into his hand, that reached up to fondle her dusky nipples. He plucked her nipple before drawing his hand down her body. Grasping the tip of the butt plug, he pulled it out slowly, while suckling the hard nub of her clit. Shuttering from sensations new to her body, she cursed him. She didn’t want to feel anything for him. In truth he was certain she was determined to resist his seduction. Smiling, he withdrew from her body. Straightening he leaned across the bed to the bowl sitting on the side table. Surrounded by ice to keep the semen fresh the bowl contained his 17

Lust of a Vampire collection of seed from the morning masturbation. He hadn’t enjoyed the real pleasures of her body yet, but it was only a matter of time. Until then, he would maintain her arousal, and pleasure her. Lowering the plug into the semen, he rotated the tip in the cold liquid. Lifting the plug he blew hot breath onto the wet tip, and dried it. “You know, you don’t lie very convincingly.” Rising he sat on the mattress, with the plug in his hand. Straining, she lifted her head to discover what he was doing. “You are not going to put that in me again.” Speaking firmly, she wanted to make certain that he knew she didn’t enjoy butt play. Smiling, he laid it on the bed between her thighs. “Well, I will consider an alternate form of satisfactory foreplay. However, I don’t believe it will please you at this time to have me in your ass. You need to regain your strength before we have an all out sex feast. But as I cannot enter you cunt, and if you prefer my cock to the plug?” He arched dark blonde eyebrows questioningly, as he rose onto his knees and reached for the waistband of his breeches. “I could use the relief. Now, I know I won’t last long once I enter that lush body of yours, but I will make it up to you, the best I can later. Next time I promise you will have a better time.” Heat burned her cheeks. “No, I don’t want you in…me. I am not completely ignorant. I have heard the stories. You cannot force me to have sex.” She looked up with a frustrated expression at the bonds holding her hands. “Whoever told you that was mistaken.” He sighed. “I won’t force you. I don’t need to, because I know you want me, so for now I will be patient.” Removing the string off the plug, he took his time. Allowing her time to see what he was doing, and time to consider his words. She kicked at him as he laid between her thighs. “Do not kick me, or I shall be forced to tie your feet.” Lowering his mouth to her mound, she moaned before he touched her. Thrusting his tongue between her labia he began licking her clit. Twisting, she groaned her distress. “You are killing me.” Smiling he continue lapping, while opening her butt cheeks, and pushing the plug inside her anus. “No!” It would only take a moment for the fresh sperm to act in her system. “Oh my sainted…oh my.” “Feels good?” It was thrilling to be able to finally pleasure her body. Of course he would still have her masturbate for him occasionally, but mostly he wanted it to be his body giving her pleasure. He wanted to give her everything her previous life had denied her. “Yes, my blood feels like it is caressing my bones. I can feel your tongue throughout my body. Why keep me alive, if you are only going to drive me insane?” “A little insanity can be a pleasant thing.” Only a little insanity sweetheart. Silently he begged, his fear of losing her that way was as strong as his fear of losing her to the mortal illness. Adora had filled him will all kinds of fears that an immortal should not need to worry over. Thinking of Adora angered him, and he suppressed further thoughts of her to concentrate on his love.

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Belita Renn “Oh my yes, I want it to last forever.” She would agree to anything at the moment. “Please let me cum.” He chuckled. “That was a long forever.” So pleased to have her with him, everything she did or said filled him with happiness. Now he knew the joyous feeling of being with the woman he loved. “It’s not my fault. Insane people are like that, you know.” She pushed up the bed with her heels, away from his mouth. He followed, presuming she was attempting to escape his tongue. When she grasped her nipples, and began raking her fingertips over them, he smiled and resumed lapping up her juices. Her juice worked as an aphrodisiac on his body, the same way his cum affected her. Wild with desire he inhaled her luscious scent. He had to make love to her soon, if not he would be the one that would go insane. “I don’t believe I have ever smelled such a delicious cunny.” His breath puffed against her pink flesh, and she giggled. “I’m going to make you mine, with your permission.” “No.” Lowering his head he suckled her clit, until it was a hard nub. “Yes,” she breathed. Gently he lowered his canines into the surrounding flesh. The numbing agent prevented it from feeling more than a sharp prick. “Ouch, you’re biting me,” she gasped. Raising eyes as black as night to her face, he continued to lick the blood from her clit. “I am a vampire,” innocently he stated. Her blood was like the sweet cream topping his favorite desert. He loved watching her pink flesh reappear as his tongue licked the red blood away. Blood surrounded her protruding clit and he took extra pleasure stroking the tip of his tongue around and over the nub while she gasped and trembled beneath his mouth. She was the central focus of his world; being with her was all he cared about doing. Sharing every pleasure with her in the future was going to make his life fulfilling. But, first he had to convince her to stay, and binding her with sex was the best way to achieve his goal. Once she was bound sexually, he would court her properly. “Are you going to drink my blood?” Although she had suspected after seeing him bite her breast, but to have him confirm the fact made it a reality. Suddenly being helpless was frightening. Fear stiffened her body. “Are you going to kill me?” She managed to strangle out of her constricted throat. He lapped at the blood trickling from her labia. “I saved your life, show me some respect. Would I save you to kill you?” His timber repressed he queried. “You might. Are you?” He could hear the nervous tension in her tone. “No, I am going to make love to you.” Swallowing some of the tension down, she had to ask the next question. “Are you going to make me a vampire?” “You are too young, and too weak. You are still maturing. When you are older, perhaps.” “But, you gave me blood?” 19

Lust of a Vampire “Only a little to stop the poison from killing you. Not enough to change you. You were naughty to take the poison last evening, and not to wait for me.” “I didn’t know you existed.” “Excuses. You must have felt my vibrations surrounding you. You must have felt my protection.” “I felt nothing, but loneliness pressing in on me from all sides.” Sitting up he looked at her. “Sorry, that was probably me. You must have felt my ache for your companionship.” “Then I am not to be your food?” “Don’t piss me off, you are my mate,” he warned. “Oh.” She digested this information. Mate to a strong, powerful, handsome vampire, that didn’t sound bad. He hadn’t said sex slave or prisoner, which was a relief. “Then will you release my hands?” “I will when you are stronger. Do you feel the crystal pulsing inside your cunny? It is absorbing the poisons from your body.” “Yes, it pulses.” “When it stops, it will have absorbed all of the poison. Only then will I remove it.” “What about my illness, will you make me a vampire, before it kills me?” “I will continue giving you small amounts of blood, if it will make you feel more secure, but it isn’t necessary.” “Are you saying; I’m cured?” “Without a doubt.” Relief loosened the tension in her body. She wasn’t dying. Staring at the tile ceiling she relaxed, as she hadn’t in months. “What are you called?” He chuckled, a rich full-bodies sound. “I’m not Dracula, or some myth. My name is Raggar Vaul. I am from Rome originally.” “Raggar, I need to relieve myself.” “Ah.” Moving from between her legs, he slid from the bed, and reached for her hand. “Come.” The strings fell from her wrists. He helped her rise, and retained her hand, which was good as her legs wobbled beneath her. His hand was large and soft, with course fingertips that caused her skin to tingle. “I haven’t had company for a long time, you must forgive me for forgetting common conduct. Ours will be much the same association as a married couple.” Leading her to a door, he opened it, revealing an old-fashioned privy. Stepping in the doorway she reached for the door. But, he moved it away from her hand. “I will remain. You mustn’t remove the crystal, and your body is weak. You could collapse. Think of me as you would a husband.” “I would expect my husband to allow me privacy.” “Not if you were sick; a good husband would not leave you, and your body is sick now. Bend over, and I shall remove the plug.” Feeling the fool, she bent over, presenting her buttock to him. He proficiently removed the plug from her anus. Leaving behind a sense of loss. 20

Belita Renn “I do believe my body is growing addicted to the drug you placed in me.” Strolling to the privy, she settled on the stone seat. A large bucket of water sat beside it to flush the refuse down the flue. “I have an endless supply.” Grinning he promised. “Really, what is it? Something you grow here at the castle?” Smiling, he revealed white teeth. “You could say that. It is a natural product of nature.” Swinging her eyes to him, she chuckled. “An abundant natural drug. I have never heard of any around here.” Heat suffused her face, as his gaze never wavered from her while she relieved her bladder. Returning to her side, he spread her legs and thrust his fingers into her sheath. Assured that the crystal was still inside her vagina, he lifted her, and carried her back to the bed. Laying her on the bed, he grasped her wrist, and tied it again. “Please, this isn’t necessary. I won’t attempt to run.” It was a lie and they both knew it. She was frightened and would definitely run at the first opportunity, until he could convince her to be happy with the life he offered. “This is not to prevent you from running. It is to prevent you from satisfying your body.” Taking her resisting hand, he tied it to the bed. Dipping the plug in the bowl of semen, he smiled as he spread her legs and pushed it into her anus. Fresh desire flooded her body. “Oh Raggar, that is delicious.” “Wait until I give you a full load. You will have a mind blowing climax.” “Promises.” She noticed the absence of the pulsing in her vagina. “The pulsing has stopped. Can I climax now?” Pushing his fingers into her sheath, he removed the now bright-red swollen crystal, and dropped it into the bowl of semen. Without wasting a moment, he climbed onto the bed, and kissed her deeply. Before sliding into her aching cunny, he locked his dark gaze with her own. “Ready?” She was so ready she was shaking. “Release my hands.” The straps fell away. Free, her hands moved to his shoulders, and pulled him close. Her body surged up to meet his slow thrust. She quaked from the intense need holding her body in a coiled tension of lust. She would worry about escaping later. At this moment all she could think about was her intense need for his body to thrill her senses. Hard as a steel stake his engorged, ruby shaft rammed into her vibrating sheath. Crying out, as intense pleasure scoured her body, she clung to him. Her release was facilitated when he bit into her breast; there was no holding it back, as it burst through her body like an explosion. Screaming, she clung to him for support, as her spirit felt as though it left her body. The feeling was too intense for it to remain, or she would have surely died. Slowly, her soul sank into her body, and she laughed from pure relief, and joy. He kissed her tenderly, sweeping his hot tongue inside her mouth, branding her mind with his metallic taste. “Hold on to me.” His jaw clinched, the veins in his throat bulged, as he tossed back his head, and howled like a beast. When his semen hit the walls of her womb, her eyes opened wide

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Lust of a Vampire in shock, as another climax burst through her body. Keening, she held onto his body, and arched beneath him, lifting his weight as though it were nothing. Panting, her heart pounding, she stared at him in amazement. He feathered her mouth with kisses, while she regained her breath. Raggar chuckled. “Now you know why I said to hold on.” “What happened?” Puffing a stray strand of hair from her face, she looked into his smiling face, and realized that he knew exactly what had happened to her and why. “I made you my mate.” Smug with pleasure, he rolled from her body and gathered her into his arms. “My semen entered your blood through the walls of your womb. You are now addicted to my body.”

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Chapter Three

Selean’s independent nature rebelled at the notion of being addicted to him. “You are kidding me? Semen doesn’t addict.” He nodded. “I told you, I could make you have sex with me, but I preferred that you came to me willingly, and you did.” Satisfaction was in his deep timber. “Wait a minute, you have had sex with mortals before, why weren’t they addicted?” suspiciously she demanded. Her eyes scanning his pale smug features were not pleased with what she saw. Placing his arms behind his head, he smiled up at her. “Perhaps I didn’t cum in their bodies.” “But, that’s not fair,” she wailed. “I cannot be addicted to you.” “Ah, but you can. Your luscious body is an addictive for me.” Pulling a face, she didn’t believe him for a moment. “It will wear off. You cannot mean forever? All drugs wear off. That’s what happened with the others right, it wore off?” “You could be right. It might, if you could go long enough without having sex with me. The mortals I have been with were unable to find me, so it could have worn off, or they could yet, be longing for me.” He grinned mischievously. “Then I refuse to have sex with you again. You must take me home.” “No,” he snarled in a dark voice that frightened her. Clearing his throat, he calmed. “There is nothing waiting for you back there. If it is your wish not to have sex with me, I will not force you. But you shall remain with me, as my companion.” A smile twitching at his lips, he rose from the bed. “I believe you should eat to build up your strength.” Moving to the privy, he walked inside and relieved himself. Strolling back to the bedchamber, his cock was already beginning to twitch into renewed life. Seeing his beautiful form made her mouth water. Resisting the urge to touch him, she concentrated on shoving fruit into her mouth, and chewing. While she ate, he prepared a bath in a large stone pond shaped bathing pool. He carried in large buckets of heated water from somewhere close, because he returned quickly each trip. Striding in an out of the chamber in naked glory, with a full erection bobbing before his stomach, he was a pleasure to watch. Her eyes feasted on the sculptured muscles and lean lines of his body. The wide breadth of his shoulders and his handsome face, reminding her of the kisses they had shared and the strength of his shoulders beneath her clinging hands. His erection reminded her of the soul-shattering climax, and it didn’t help that her cunny throbbed each time she looked at him.

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Lust of a Vampire Still, she was determined to resist. It was an unfair advantage to addict her body, and she wasn’t going to allow him to get away with tricking her. He should have warned her that he was addictive. I wouldn’t have believed him if he had told me his semen was addictive. Still, he should have told her. After completing her meal, they bathed together in the wading pool. She clinched her jaw to resist the siren’s pull of his touch, as he bathed her body. His gentle touch had her skin vibrating, and her cunny began to be filled with the weight of her juice. Determined, she called on her strength and resisted his lure. She bathed him with an impersonal touch; using a sea sponge, which was surprisingly soft. Hand shaking, she brushed the sponge down his engorged cock, and swabbed his tight scrotum. He didn’t assist her at all. Forced to wash his sphincter, she refused to be embarrassed, as he had been playing with and shoving a plug up her arse. He groaned the whole time she was stroking his privates, like the animal inside him was wallowing in the luxury of being pampered. Laying his head back against the wall, with his limbs sprawled wide, he moaned. He enjoyed her administrations, and he didn’t mind revealing his pleasure. It made her jealous that she had been unable to do the same, and revel in his touch. He was really rubbing it in that he was comfortable with his sexuality. Leaving the pool, he dried her with soft strokes of a soft gauze material. His body glistening with water droplets, she watched him with hungry eyes, while keeping her hands fisted at her side. A grin playing on his lips, Raggar took her hand, and pressed his soft lips to her thrumming pulse. “Come, I will show you our home.” Gloriously naked, he escorted her through the rooms of the castle. She should have been cold, but her body continued to feel heated from within. The furniture was Victorian, and the gallery contained pictures of his ancestors, but none of Raggar. “This was your home before?” she queried in astonishment. “No, I made this my home after I had to leave my village. Too many people knew me, and my family. Now, I merely change my name on the title every seventy years or so,” he stated, taking her hand. He raised it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles, as smooth as a gallant gentleman of the past. “How old are you?” He was tall, her head reaching his shoulders; she had to look up to meet his soft violet gaze. “It’s impolite to ask a vampire his age. This one time I will forgive you. Over two hundred years is a long time to be lonely,” he said softly. Retaining her hand he strolled down the long hall, with an easy gliding step. “Are you playing on my sympathies now?” She teased in an amused tone. Even though her body ached for his touch, she was still uncomfortable with her new situation. Trying not to reveal her apprehension, she wanted to maintain a light mood, until she could escape. He chuckled; leaning forward he pressed a kiss against her shoulder.

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Belita Renn “You must have had companions?” Ignoring his advances, she paused to gaze at a portrait of a woman. “I did for a short time.” He didn’t choose to enlighten her. “This was my grandmother.” “I know you feel lust. Can you feel love?” nonchalantly she queried, as though it wasn’t important. But to her emotionally, it was important. She longed for a love that cared for her above all others. Never had she wanted to be the mate of a vampire. “Certainly, I have emotions, and a heartbeat like anyone, feel for yourself.” Lifting her hand, he placed it against his heart. She could feel the steady beat beneath her fingertips. “I want to give you my heart. The lust of a vampire is stronger than that of a man. I suppose, that is why my semen is addictive, so you won’t object; when I’m constantly trying to slid inside your cunny.” She cut a hard glare at him, in warning. “How long before the addiction of the semen wears off?” He shrugged. “A day or two, I imagine.” “You don’t know?” “Not for certain.” His innocent expression made her suspicious. “Are you going to make me suffer that long? I don’t addict on purpose.” Stepping into the doorway of the parlor he stopped. His erection brushed her side, as she stepped past. His groan of desire made her insides ache to be filled. Biting her lip, she looked at the elegant sitting room. It was furnished with Queen Anne furniture, paintings, and oil lamps. “No gas lamps?” She ignored him. “I’m a little old fashioned. We can have it installed, if you wish.” He was willing to please her, that was a good sign, and her insides relaxed. Perhaps, he could be a good companion. If she was lucky, and she never was, perhaps he would learn to love her. What a stupid thing to hope for, whoever heard of a vampire loving a human? We are his food for heavens sake. A woman would be stupid to give her heart to a vampire. Strolling into the room, she stroked her fingers over the polished furniture. “Trying to tempt me with modern luxuries now,” she teased. “What next, jewelry?” “Your beauty needs no adornment. However, for your pleasure there is a safe full of heirlooms for you to parade around wearing. I shall enjoy seeing you with jewels decorating your naked body.” “The room is cared for.” Visions of dancing naked with jewels around her neck excited her. “This castle is all I really have of value to me. It is my home.” The simplicity of his words touched her heart. “I want it to be your home, also.” He waved a hand toward the door. No longer did she know if it was the addiction, or his words that touched her emotions and made her body ache to love him. “Next is the library.” Stepping behind her, he rubbed his hands over her shoulders, his erection prodding against her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she felt her resistance weakening. She longed to lean against him, and allow him to stroke her body. Shaking the notion aside, she moved away from him. Turning, she met his limpid gaze. 25

Lust of a Vampire “You were going to show me the library.” Waving his hand for her to precede him from the parlor, he grinned. “This way.” Reaching out he stroked her nipple as she moved past. It the hall he took her hand, and led her to the library. It was the largest room in the castle. The walls were lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with books. Tables and lamps were arranged around the room for easy reading. Her feet sank into the plush rug that covered the floor. “My word,” she exclaimed, turning in a slow circle. “This has been my main companion over the years.” Moving to a shelf, he took down a book and flipped it open. “This is one of my favorite books.” He held it out for her to see. Moving to his side, she tilted her head to see the pages. A large detailed drawing of a woman with a man’s penis in her mouth was on one page. On the opposite page, was a detailed drawing of a man with a woman sitting on his lap with her legs spread wide to allow a clear view of his cock buried in her cunny. “I can see why you would like this particular book. What is that woman doing?” She pointed at the woman with the penis in her mouth. The pictures had a strange affect on her active desires. To have a thick, hot throbbing cock in her mouth would be a very intimate thing. She found that she would like to try it, and feel its texture, and strength inside her sensitive mouth. She was curious to discover how it would feel to scrap her teeth across the swollen muscle, and plump head? “Suckling him.” “Is it a form of sex?” “As pleasant as me suckling your clit.” “Oh.” She nibbled her lower lip, trying to decide if she wished to speak. “I should like to try that.” It spilled out of her mouth, of its own accord. Closing the book he returned it to the shelf so fast she barely saw him move. Then he was standing before her again. “Would you like to try it here?” She chuckled. “Eager?” “Hell yes.” She glanced around the library, until her gaze settled on the hearth. “There, we can build a fire, so the floor won’t be so cold.” Taking her hand, he tugged her giggling to the hearth. Bending, he quickly lit the kindling beneath the grate. Taking a large pillow from the desk chair, he dropped it on the floor before the hearth. “For your comfort.” Smiling, she settled onto the pillow. “You will need to tell me what to do.” “Take me in your mouth. Lick, suckle, anything you wish. I will let you know what I like.” Stepping to the pillow he spread his legs, shoved down his pants, and presented his penis. It looked intimidation this close to her face. The veins were swollen, and it looked painfully engorged. Taking it within her fingers, she tested the feel beneath her touch. Ridged on the shaft, the swollen head was still soft to the touch on the tip. Opening her lips, she took the head into her mouth. 26

Belita Renn Moaning, his knees wobbled. He was shaking from tension. Smiling, she touched her tongue to the soft head, and stroked. His appreciative gasps filled her with confidence. Running her clamped lips down the shaft, she took him deep into her mouth. “Sweet stars above,” he gasped, his hand settling on the top of her head. “I had forgotten exactly how wonderful that feels.” He rocked her head back and forth, directing her. Following his guidance, she suckled him, lapped, and nibbled. He guided her hand to the sac between his legs. “Gently,” he instructed. Following his instructions, he was soon groaning deep in his throat. Raggar entwined his fingers in her hair, holding her head, while he pumped into her suctioning mouth. Her teeth scraped him by accident occasionally, and he growled with pleasure. Excited by pleasuring him, she felt juice dripping from her throbbing cunny. Her clit throbbed with pleasure as he rocked her body back and forth, rubbing her clit along his leg. “Don’t stop,” he gasped. “Don’t….” A cry broke from his lips, as his pulsating cock pumped semen into her mouth. Holding her head trapped between his large hands, he pumped his pelvis against her mouth. The fluid pooled in her mouth. She tried to hold it there, until he finished. But hitting the back of her throat he forced her swallowing reflex to work. Swallowing the thick fluid, she felt a familiar rush of heat flooding her veins. Her clit swelled with need, aching beyond endurance. Her hand moved between her thighs to press against it. When her fingers touched, she found herself imitating the motions of Raggar pumping her mouth. He continued to pump fluid into her mouth, a smaller quantity now. Stroking her clit, she swallowed his cum while sucking for more. Working her fingers over her clit, Selean sank to the floor, still suckling his pulsing cock. Raggar willingly followed her to the floor. Rubbing hard against her clit, she suckled, unable to stop. Crying out around his cock in her mouth, she violently climaxed. Panting, she released his hard shaft. “In me, please, in me.” Her climax was still throbbing within her body. Moving quickly, he covered her body, and thrust into her throbbing sheath. Her climax intensified with the stretching fullness he provided. Tossing her head against the floor, her body bowed up, thrusting her breast up to his waiting mouth. His mouth opened and the canines were revealed. Before she had a chance to react, or become frightened, he sank the canines into the soft dark pink flesh surrounding her nipple. Wrapping his tongue around her nipple, he suckled. Shuddering, her body locked down on his erection. Holding it firmly with the muscles of her vagina, she climax slowly. Smiling, he licked the blood from her breast. Watching with languid eye, the punctures closed, and healed as he continued to lick. “Sweet stars, I do believe you have a solid suction on my cock. I have never felt anything like it,” he said, in an awed timber. “Then we are even.” Smiling lazily at him, she caressed his features with her gaze. “That was amazing. Better than the first time.” He flashed a wide smile. “You already had semen in you before I enter. It made it more intense.”

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Lust of a Vampire “You knew it would be like this.” Closing her eyes, she sighed. “I’m glad you didn’t warn me.” “Do you think, maybe you won’t mind being my mate?” She smiled. “I’ll consider it.” “I can make the next time even better.” He tempted her. Her eyes flew open. He watched her, with a serious expression. “Impossible.” His light eyebrows arched. “Actually, it’s not.” “How?” He shook his head. “I would rather show you.” Puffing out a heavy breath, she shook her head. “Later, I need to rest.” Breathing heavily she tried to relax. “Are you going to get off me?” He chuckled. Lifting his head from her breast, he balance on his elbow and rested his head in the palm of his hand looking at her. "When you relax your muscles and release me, I will move, but I'm in no hurry." Feeling embarrassed by her body clinging to him, she giggled. “I’m sorry. Is this normal? I don’t have a lot of experience.” “Hasn’t happened to me before. If you could manage this occasionally in the future, I will be pleased to wait until you release me. It is really quite amazing.” His smile was so endearing she relaxed. Stroking her brow with a cool finger, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Are you warm enough?” “You’re kidding? Your body is a hot blanket.” “Perhaps we should roll. I don’t want you on the cold floor for long.” “The rug is beneath me.” “Once I am free, we could start over again,” he suggested in a hopeful timber. Shaking her head when he frowned, she smiled. “I’m hungry.” Slowly her muscles released him. They prepared a meal together. Raggar was an excellent cook. He prepared an Italian sauce, while she boiled noodles and made a salad. “Sit, I will serve you.” Raggar instructed, so she slipped onto a throne chair at the small table. Placing her hands on the table, she chuckled as he draped linen over his arm, and served the meal with the swift concise movements of a professional waiter. “Where did you learn that,” Selean queried, as he slid onto the chair at her side. Lifting her silverware, she inhaled the delectable aroma of the spicy sauce. “I have been around a long time. I have performed different jobs for entertainment.” “Most people work to survive.” “I know. It is terrible,” absently he stated, lifting a bit of food to his full lips. She watched, his lips slip over the silver, and close. It was erotic watching him eat. He chewed each bite slowly, savoring the taste. 28

Belita Renn “I didn’t know vampires ate food.” He shrugged, “I drink for pleasure, not food. The blood is an addiction.” After dining, he escorted her to his study. Opening the safe, he removed a string of diamonds. “Let’s see how you look with jewels, my lovely.” The platinum was cold against her skin, and her neck could feel the lightweight of the necklace lying against her flesh. Touching it gently with her fingertips she glanced around for a cheval mirror. It took only a moment to recall that she had seen no mirrors in the castle. “Is it true you have no reflection?” “Only when I will it.” It pleased him that she was showing signs of curiosity about him and his life. It was a good indication that there could be hope of her forming an attachment to him. “Oh.” She bit her lip. “I suppose you have a lot of powers.” “Not really. You will learn about them all before you can decide if you want to become a vampire.” Licking her lips, she watched his mouth as he talked. “How will it change me?” “Physically, you will have canines and you will lust. The lust is the worst part. As soon as it is quenched it starts building again.” “So you spend your life having sex?” Grinning, he shook his head. “No. I travel; take care of my home, like anyone. Money, and my powers make it possible for me to do and see many things. We can travel the world, if you wish.” Silence settled between them, as she contemplated making a commitment to him. Still, she thought it foolish, to even consider it while under the spell of an addiction. Sighing, he rose from the table. “It will be dawn soon. I will clear these things away, before I retire. You must be tired. Go on to bed.” Kissing Selean tenderly, he gazed into her eyes with adoration, before turning to leave the dining room. “Wait, you spoke to me during the day. How?” “I have excellent hearing. I spoke to you with my mind. You heard with your mind not your ears. Before you ask, I made the connection between us, with the first drink I took from your body. If you recall, you had already taken a drink from me.” Turning he swept from the room. Rising, she strolled from the dining hall. Sliding her fingers over the ruff stone walls, she followed the twisting halls to the staircase that led to the tower. She didn’t know where he slept, but she didn’t believe it was in a coffin as the tales claimed. Raggar was unlike the vampires in the tales. He didn’t even drink blood to survive. She had some serious thinking to do. Finding her way to the tower steps was an accomplishment, for the castle was vast, and so empty. The halls echoed with loneliness. Trying to imagine living in the empty building for years by herself, she decided it would feel more like a tomb instead of a home. That Raggar hadn’t gone insane, said a lot for his strength of character.

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Chapter Four

Daylight forced Raggar to return to his bed. Now would be the perfect time to run, while she had all day to put distance between them. Only she had no clothing, and he was right, she was exhausted. Returning to the tower she crawled onto the bed to rest. Brushing her hand on the empty pillow she longed for Raggar to be sleeping at her side. Never had she awoken in the morning with her lover lying at her side. She wanted to know that feeling first hand. She longed for a true love, and worst she still longed for sex with Raggar. “Sleep Selean, you are still weak and need to rest.” Raggar’s deep voice spoke to her as clearly as if he were in the room. “Can you hear all of my thoughts?” “No.” Wondering which thoughts he could hear, she caressed her stomach beneath her fingertips. He seemed to know a lot. “Touch your nipples for me.” “No. Raggar, you are supposed to be sleeping.” “So are you. If you won’t touch yourself for me, sleep now. There will be time for us to indulge our passions.” “How would you know if I touched myself?” The question went unanswered. As if under his spell, her suddenly heavy eyelids closed. When she woke, it was dusk. “How am I sleeping, while there is sunlight? Raggar, are you putting me under a spell?” “No.” He said in her mind. A few moments later, he appeared in the doorway. Framed by the door jam, he looked the picture of the perfect man. Elegant in a black artist shirt and black slacks, a black cloak with white lining surrounded his lean form. Merely looking at him made her pant. Every hair was in place, every line of his clothing a tailored fit. Piercing black eyes gazed at her, making her feel uncomfortable beneath his scrutiny. Lowering his eyes to the floor for a moment, when he lifted them, his soft violet eyes caressed her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she touched her chest. “Where are my clothes?” He shrugged. “I need to go out for a short while. You will find food in the dining hall.” Blowing her a kiss that she felt land on her mouth in a warm caress, he entered the chamber. Striding to the balcony he disappeared through the doorway. Following him, she arrived at the door in time to see him floating upwards into the night sky.

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Belita Renn This was ridiculous, was she to remain here day and night within the castle, while he went off and left her thrumming her fingers on a tabletop, like an uncared for wife. Moving back to the bed, she dragged the sheet from the bed. Wrapping it around her body, she discovered she was unable to do more than take baby steps. Removing the material she tied it over one shoulder toga style. It was long, and dragged on the stone floor. Kicking the material behind her feet, she walked toward the door, with a candle lightening her path. Descending the tower steps she reached the lower hall. In the hall, she turned in the direction she remembered led to the staircase. Padding down the long creepy hall, she decided she didn’t like the lonely place when Raggar wasn’t present. Shivers of apprehension raced up her spine. “Will you stop it? If there was anything dangerous, do you think he would have left you alone?” Stiffening her shoulders, she continued walking. Pausing at the next portal she decided to look inside. It was a bedchamber similar to hers. “See, nothing to worry over.” Continuing down the hall, a feeling of apprehension suddenly shivered through her body. The hallway ahead was dark and forbidding. Stepping forward slowly, the air temperature around her body suddenly dropped drastically. Chill bumps raced over her skin. The hair on her nape felt as though it were standing up. A chill filled with yellow raced up the back of her scalp. Perhaps, she hadn’t come this way with Raggar after all. Walking backward, she kept her gaze on the shadowed hallway. She had the creepy feeling that something was going to jump out and grab her. When the warmth returned to the air, she turned and ran down the hall. She found the turn for the staircase after a short distance. She could have sworn the wall had been solid here, when she had passed before. Turning into the small alcove, she grasped the handrail, and then descended the stairs. It was a short flight, and it took her to another hallway. “Where is the entrance hall? How did I end up here?” Stepping from the alcove she enter the hall, and glanced in both directions. This had to be a back hall, a servant’s hall, to the chambers. Still, it wasn’t where she wanted to go. It looked the same as the hall she had just been in. Turning back she climbed the stairs. Going further down the hall she finally located the staircase that led to the entrance hall. Stepping her feet onto the solid marble, she felt a weight of fear lift from her shoulders. The entrance to the castle was only twenty feet away. Crossing to the double doors, she grasped the handles, and tugged down, and inward. The door didn’t budge. Locked? Had Raggar locked her in? She jerked on the door handles, wiggling them, and even looked for a latch to free the lock. All were wasted efforts. Leaning a hand on the door she scanned the walls, for windows that opened. She heard a roar from above stairs. Moving quickly she hurried across the chamber to the nearest door. Sweeping inside the parlor, she closed the door. Twisting she faced the French doors leading to the garden. Running across the room, she snatched open the door, and hurried out. *** Upon returning, Raggar prepared the bedchamber before seeking her out. The words “locked door” teased his mind. The smell of fear greeted him, as he entered the hallway. “No!” 31

Lust of a Vampire Roaring he ran down the hall to the far wing. Entering the shadows of the dark end of the hall, he could smell her fear to a strong degree. He rushed around the corner, and stopped at the door. There was no scent of fear here. Relief washed through his body. Dropping his forehead to the wood panel door, he rested his brow on it for a moment. “She turned back.” He chuckled, rolling around and pressing his back to the door. “She turned back.” A smile teasing his lips, he hurried up the hall to the staircase that led to the entrance level. He smelled a small scent of fear, in this area. He followed the scent from the doorway, to the parlor. Seeing the garden doors open, he crossed the rug, and slipped through the French doors. The garden was in need of care. He would add it to his list of things to be done. Scanning the dark garden, he quickly spotted Selean sitting on a garden bench beside the rose trellis. Strolling to her side, he offered a smile, forgetting that she couldn’t see in the darkness as easily as he. The sound of her heartbeat started thumping faster. “Raggar?” “Who else?” “Oh, you gave me a fright?” Pressing her hand to her breast, she rose and pointed to the castle. “There is something in there.” Stopping, he glanced back at the stone structure. “The parlor?” “Don’t play dense, there is something ominous in that castle. I didn’t see it, but you can feel it as you draw near.” He chuckled. “That is my chamber. There is a spell on it to keep humans away while I rest. Waking with a person in the chamber could be dangerous, so stay away.” “Your chamber?” Stepping closer he held out his hand, but she stepped back from him. “You said I was to be your mate. Am I a prisoner here?” “Not a prisoner, but I did say you couldn’t return home.” He had hope he would have longer to gain her affection before this topic arose. “Then I am a prisoner.” “No, if you want to go somewhere, you need only say. The doors are sealed to keep out humans. I will have to take you from the castle.” “Oh.” Watching her stiff shoulders relax, he stepped forward and took her hand. “Come, I have promised to show you pleasure, if you recall.” “I did, but as you went out….” Allowing her accusation to hang, she said no more. As they entered the light, she was able to see that his skin had a pink healthy tone. It warmed his expression and softened his features. He looked hypnotic, she wanted to gaze on him forever, like a painting admired by an art lover. “I am guilty for leaving you alone, I apologize.” Drawing her body to his side he kissed her forehead. “I will make up for my lack of attention.” She placed a hand on his chest. “If you mean sex, then no thank you. I have survived this long without you, and if I don’t feed my addiction it should go away.” “Why make us suffer?” Turning her within his arm, he brought her up against his stomach. “When we both want to make love.” 32

Belita Renn “Obviously you preferred to go out. Now it is my turn, I wish to go to the park.” She said the first thing that entered her head. “You want to make love. I can smell the scent of your desire,” he challenged in an amused timber. Then he lifted their bodies into the air. Squealing, she grabbed him around the neck, and held tightly. He enjoyed having her holding onto him for security. He would wallow in the glory of the sensation during the years she needed him. When the day came, and she decided to become a vampire, she would no longer need him for anything other than loving, and emotional support. The weakness of female humanity would no longer force her to cling to him for physical security. Kissing her wrinkled brow, they floated onto a balcony, and settled softly onto their feet. Lifting her into his arms, he claimed her mouth, and plundered the warm depths with a marauding tongue, until the fight left her body. He placed her on the bed, the bowl with semen and crystal cylinder, which would substitute for a penis, was on the bedside table. If she noticed the bowl, she thought nothing of its presence. Standing beside the bed, he stretched her out close to the edge, so he could easily reach her cunny. He stripped quickly. Presenting his cock to her mouth, he began stroking the semen from the bowl over her clit. It swelled, and heated beneath his touch. Groaning her pleasure, Selean applied her mouth and hands to pleasuring his lust. Spreading her legs, Raggar stroked from her opening to her clit. Dipping his finger into the bowl, he shoved it deep into her sheath, and spread the fluid along the walls. Her muscles throbbed and clinched around his finger. Gasping, Selean panted around his shaft, her fingers exploring his scrotum and anus. Her touch was impatient and eager with raging excitement. His eyes closed in pleasure, he hunched against her mouth, unable to resist the throbbing need in his loins. Dragging his finger slowly from her sheath, then ramming back inside, he thrilled at her grunts and gasps. Bucking against his hand, her muscles contracted around his finger, and gripped to hold it within her body. Pelvis hunching against his hand her arching body was building tension toward the final climax. Pleased with her eager response, he lifted the crystal cylinder from the semen as he dipped his fingers into the milky fluid. This time he didn’t dry it; he wanted her to have the full effect. He brushed semen over her sphincter relaxing the muscles, as the semen worked its stimulating effect on her flesh. Then he pushed the wet cylinder inward, slowly penetrating her tight sheath. It penetrated her quivering body, igniting and inflaming her flesh with lust. Groaning deeply as though in great ecstasy, she ground her cunny against his hand. Exciting her fevered his lust; of course he had been waiting all day for this pleasure. Clamping his teeth closed he growled like a beast, and spewed semen into her mouth. Swallowing it eagerly, her face flushed with the increased lust flooding her body. Panting heavily, she begged for him to fill her. Moving quickly onto the bed, he dipped his fingers in the semen and coated his shaft. Rubbing the remaining semen on her clit, he forced a cry of delight from her throat, before thrusting his cock deep into her anus. Her climax rolled over her like a steamroller. Her 33

Lust of a Vampire quivering body grinding against his pelvis she worked to drive him deeper within her body. Pounding her hard he drove in to his root, his scrotum pulled tight, he felt the coil of a climax building within his balls. Her eyes going wide made him aware that his canines were extended. He beat into her hard and fast. The friction between their bodies was making their flesh hot. Tossing his head back, he howled with his release. The howl echoed within the cavernous chamber, and down the halls, as she shattered around him again. Chuckling, Selean fell against the mattress, limp from exhaustion. “Did you hear that echo? I’m so glad you have no servants, or I should be embarrassed by our lusty noises.” Falling over her body, Raggar panted for breath. He had to swallow before he could speak. “Servants tend to irritate me. I had some for a time. They were always sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.” “Are you warning me not to poke around?” “No. You are welcome anywhere except my chamber.” “Why can't I sleep with you?” “You wouldn’t wish to sleep with me?” “Do you sleep in a coffin then?” “No.” Rolling from her body, he sat up. “Still, I’m a vampire. I could bite you and kill you in my sleep.” Rubbing his slick back, she leaned over, and kissed his back. “You were right, that was better than the last.” Twisting his head, he gazed at her with black eyes. “I can make it better,” he vowed. “No way.” She denied. Nodding, he rose from the bed, “but not tonight. We need to eat, and the hour grows late.” After they had eaten, he kissed her gently saying it was time he retired, and leaving her with instructions to do the same.

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Chapter Five

“I wish to go out? I wish to go to my home.” She needed and alarm clock. If she continued to sleep while he slept, she would never have an opportunity to escape. Unless she could get him to relax his guard when he took her from the castle, she might be able to find an opportunity to escape then. “Why?” His face hardened with discontent, his lovely features becoming a cold mask. She would need to word her replies carefully, if she was going to get him to relax his guard. “I need to get my clothes.” “You don’t need them. I gave you jewels to adorn your beautiful body. The safe is unlocked, take all you wish, they are yours. You are now as beautiful as you can possibly become.” Taking her to the balcony he lifted her into the air. “Where are we going?” “Out, you wish to go out. Your wish is my command. This is as close as I can come to being a Jennie of a magic lamp.” Flashing a charming smile that touched her heartstring, she wondered if he was doing it deliberately. Was this a campaign to get her attached emotionally to him, or was he merely adorable when he wasn’t being her captor? “I cannot go out naked.” "We will go to a deserted place.” Kissing her cheek, his warm lips were enough to make her want to make love to him in the air again. How sick was she? She wanted to escape, and she wanted to screw him until he couldn't walk. She stroked down his hot throat that was a paler pink today. Some of the warm glow from last evening was gone. She had been correct; he had fed on someone last evening. Had he made love to them at the same time? As lusty as he was, he could easily have bedded another, then returned and fucked her. In truth, it may have excited him to do one woman immediately after the other. Being honest she admitted that she really knew nothing about him. “Do you bed them, when you bite them?” “I have.” Was his not too revealing answer. “Even the men you have bitten?” The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing the edge of his teeth. “Depending on the occasion and the man.” “What occasion would make a difference, for example?” “You are feeling curious tonight? Curiosity can get you into trouble. However, I have nothing to hide.” He flashed a smile.

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Lust of a Vampire "It depends on how horny I am at the time. If I am with a man instead of a woman, and the man is appealing to me, then I will give him a blow job and bite him, and then drink from his penis." “What if he isn’t gay?” “It doesn’t matter. A straight male will see me as a female.” "Really? That is amazing! They floated on the soft air, no wind whipping at their bodies. Raggar looked into her eyes with lust, and smiled when he saw the answering lust. He shoved down his pants and released his penis. Holding her captive with his dark gaze, he never looked away as he freed his erection. Holding her before him, he positioned her over his shaft, and eased her down, impaling her slowly. When she was seated as deeply as humanly possible, he bit into her shoulder. Gasping in shock, she climaxed, it burst over her body without warning, melting her bones and making her limp against his body, while he began moving within her. He felt the rush of aphrodisiac enter his body through her blood, an intoxicating mix of blood, adrenaline, endorphins, and pheromones. Licking the slow stream of blood from the small punctures, he climaxed while the blood slowed to a trickle and then became drops, before the holes sealed. He continued licking while the wounds healed. He floated them through the night, over the rooftops and gardens. “Oh, Raggar, it is breathtaking.” Selean praised with awe. “He is a wonderful artist.” “He is also the maker of monsters. Don’t start a hero worship over the present view. I can show you areas of desolate wastelands, also.” “You have a jaded outlook on life.” “I suppose circumstances have altered my perspective,” he admitted. When he kissed her cheek, she felt a rush of warmth and tenderness. “Perhaps the Almighty has his good points. But don’t expect me to start hero worshiping him.” They float until it drew close to dawn. Returning to the castle, they shared a pleasant meal before the dawn arrived and it was time to retire. Alone in her chamber, Selean considered the situation. Floating through the air and having sex had been unbelievable. However, it hadn’t been a trip into town. They hadn’t actually gone anywhere and, she was starting to get really angry over being held captive in his castle. She didn’t bother to nap; she wasn’t going to waste the day. She would nap later. Running as fast as possible to the lower level of the castle, she began checking windows. None would open, so she looked through the glass to see which window was closest to the ground. There had to be lower levels, probably dungeons. She didn’t believe they would have windows, and if they did, there would probably be bars over them to keep out unwelcome guests. Many of the windows were stained glass so it made it difficult to know exactly which window to choose. Finally, she made a decision and, hefting a bronze statue she threw it through the glass. Watching the glass shatter and fall away was a victory to rejoice over. Dancing a jig, she turned in a circle. Wrapping a curtain around her arm and hand, she carefully knocked all of the glass from the frame. Leaning out the window, she charted a path down the steep wall. She would need to scale the wall like a fly; she wished it could be a spider, so she would have a rope around 36

Belita Renn her waist. Of course, there could be a rope in the castle, but she couldn’t waste time looking. Jerking another curtain from the window, she wrapped it around her body. It was ugly, but at least she was covered. Sitting on the windowsill she eased her body out the window, and started down the dangerous path she had chosen. Her hands shook and her knees were wobbling. Moving slowly, she had to wedge her toes into the cracks between the stones, then follow the same procedures with both hands and her other foot, before starting over. Her limbs shaking with fatigue, she didn’t think she was going to make it to the ground. She cast a quick glance down, and was able to see the deep drop beside her body. Shouldn’t have looked. That had been a major mistake. Now, she was shaking with more fear, because she knew she wouldn’t make it before she fell. Closing her eyes she prayed for a soft landing. Straining her muscles she was able to move down another stone before she fell through the air. This was so much nicer, when I was holding onto Raggar. They say your life flashes before you eyes right before you have a deadly accident. Wrong, there wasn’t time. She fell like a rock and landed hard. A flood of pain burst inside her body and the air flew from her lungs. She heard Raggar roar in anger, and then everything went black. The sun was waning when she woke up. Groaning, she dragged herself from the hard dirt and stones. “Are you broken? Damn you, I should have kept you tied to the bed, or in the dungeon. Answer me damn you.” She ached all over, only this time it wasn’t from desire. “I’m all right.” “What happened? Stay where you are and I will come to you as soon as the sun sets.” Sounding anxious and angry he spoke to her mind. “Don’t bother, I am fine. Do your usual toilet. I am not really hurt.” Gosh, but that was the truth, she was sore enough. It didn’t appear anything was broken, at least not anything important. Holding her throbbing hip, she hobbled away from the castle. Gritting her teeth, she contained her moans. “What happened?” “Nothing, it’s embarrassing, forget it.” She tried to keep her tone mild and emotionless. She didn’t know how to speak with her mind. When she wanted him to hear her, she spoke. Although, she knew that he heard her thoughts at times too. She stepped down on her foot wrong, and pain tore up her leg. “Oh, shit, shit, that hurts.” Raggar’s animal roar filled her mind. Uh-oh. “What hurts? What is wrong with you? Has someone hurt you?” Understanding that he was angry over her pain, and that he didn’t know she was leaving, touched her heart. No one had ever worried over her; she had always been the caregiver. Tears of self-pity wet her eyes. Wiping them away, she stiffened her resolve, now was no time to start feeling sorry for herself. The pain was a big enough problem, without adding a pity party. “Relax, I am fine, I told you. I must have twisted my ankle a little when I fell.” Her tone was scratchy from the tears tightening her throat, but he wouldn’t be able to hear. “Selean, you have been unconscious most of the day.” Anxiously, he called. “I was asleep.” 37

Lust of a Vampire “I know the difference.” Choosing not to respond, she continued hobbling down the hillside. Holding onto saplings and bushes in the steep areas, and sliding on her bottom over large rocks she made her way down the hillside. She didn’t curse the aches, and she tried not to think about what she was doing, instead she quoted books, poetry, songs, anything she could think of to keep her mind occupied. The sun sank, and she walked along with a long stick before her, feeling the way. Raggar’s roar of rage wasn’t filled with anxiety now, only anger. She didn’t want to face a vampire with that much anger. “Stay away from me,” foolishly she said. “Now sweetheart what is the problem? I know you have hurt yourself, I only wish to help you,” he spoke pleasantly without a trace of anger. She whimpered when she pressed too much weight on her ankle. “You cannot help. I need a doctor.” “Couldn’t I get you to the doctor quicker.” He sounded most agreeable. Raggar had a point; he could take her to a doctor. He wouldn’t know it wasn’t something really painful. Once alone with the doctor she could explain that she needed his help. “No, you would humiliate me by taking me in naked.” “Then this was a problem that began before you fell?” “Certainly, why else would I need to leave? I cannot always wait until you rise to be able to do things. Physicians work during the daylight hours. I need freedom to come and go.” Raggar landed a few feet ahead of her. “That might be a good idea. I certainly don’t want to cause you real distress.” As soon as his feet were on the ground, he strode to her side and swept her into his arms. “Ohhh,” moaning she started crying. “Woman, I could beat you for this, but you appear to have already beaten yourself.” Lifting them into the air, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and allowed the tears to fall onto his throat. They were touching down on the balcony within moment. Her tears increased. “I need a doctor, Raggar." She moaned, woefully feeling sorry for herself, and the failure of her attempted escape. “You need a spanking for scaring me. I thought you were really hurt.” He carried her to the bed. “I am Raggar, I need a doctor.” “You have one. As I told you before, I have tried a few occupations for recreation.” “Oh.” Her lips trembling uncontrollably and she laid her head against his shoulder. “I need something for pain.” “If you had come straight to me I could have bitten you, and healed your blood vessel injuries. The bruised flesh, I cannot heal immediately. It will take time.” Removing the curtain wrapped around her body, he ran his fingers over her bruised flesh, and squeezed gently over the bones to check for fractures. “Any pain in your ribs, here, or at any point?” He ran his fingers impersonally over her ribs. When she shook her head she flinched. Moving his fingers to her scalp he checked her neck and skull. “I'm going to fix you a hot bath, and give you something for the pain." His finger went to her clit and stroked some dried semen from his fingertip onto the 38

Belita Renn moist flesh. When she was moaning he thrust two more fingers into her sheath, and then two more into her anus. The rich color returned to her skin. That would keep her from thinking of aches of a different kind for a few hours. “When you need more, let me know.” Raggar prepared her a hot bath, and washed the soil from her skin with a soft sea sponge. She watched him with hungry lust in her eyes, and he knew he would not be doing wrong by supplying her with a full dose of semen. Lifting her from the bathing pool, he carried her to the bed. Placing her on her stomach, he moved between her legs, and slid himself in her sheath from behind. “If you have hurt your pelvis, this position will not cause you pain. “Thanks,” she mumbled into the bedcover. Moving slowly he made certain that nothing he was doing was harming her before he increased his speed and pressure. Her slick juices formed a greedy suction around his shaft. The sounds of sex and slapping bodies served to increase his excitement. To keep his steady tempo, he considered her words. Would there every really be a time when she needed to go out during the daylight hours, when he couldn’t escort her. Of course he would need to be certain he could trust her. Obviously, the sexual binding wasn’t going to be enough with this stubborn woman. “A partnership needs trust, if you would be willing to demonstrate your trust and loyalty to me, I will open the front entrance so you can come and go freely.” “Oh, Raggar, you have made me so happy.” That was what he needed to send him over the edge. His penis pulsed so hard; it felt as though it was exploding. Growling, he pump into her vagina, but stopped before he finished. Withdrawing, he squeezed his shaft to stop the flow and moved to her mouth, “Open wide, sweetheart.” “Raggar,” It was a complaint, but he thrust the tip into her mouth and let his spew fill her. By the time he finished pumping, she was withering in sexual pleasure. “Feeling better, sweetheart. You should sleep and rest now.” “Umm, yes.” Sighing with a contented smile, “When did you start calling me sweetheart?” “Recently. Sleep now.”

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A few days of gentle sex and tender care, was Raggar’s doctoring technique, and Selean had to give it her full approval. She had never felt so cherished, and his semen stopped her from hurting. Finally, he declared her healthy enough to leave the castle, however she still faced the same problem. “That is nice, but I still need clothes when we leave the castle.” “Come on.” Lifting her from the bed, he carried her down the hall, and up the tower stairs. “What are you doing?” “Hush, you shall see in a minute.” Entering the tower, he set her onto her feet, and then continued across the chamber to the wardrobe. Opening the double doors, he waved a graceful hand, indicating that she should view the contents. Crossing the room, she gazed inside the wardrobe, shoes lined the base and clothing filled the hanging bar. “Raggar, where did these things come from, did they belong to her?” “I would never ask you to wear another’s clothing. These things I purchased for you.” Lifting a hanger from the bar, she withdrew a red silk blouse with matching black silk pants. “Lovely.” “There are no undergarments. I don’t want you to wear any.” Removing the blouse from the hanger, she slid it onto her body and buttoned the front. It was a perfect fit. “When did you purchase these? The other night when you went out?” “I have been buying for the last year. It helped to have something to do while I waited on you.” Cupping his cheek, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips. Tenderness swelled in her heart. It was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for her. “Thank you. It is the nicest present I have ever received.” “I picked this up the other night.” Moving to a side table, he lifted a newspaper from the tabletop. “You are believed dead. It would cause complications for you to return to your home. An investigation is going on, and if you removed items, it would cause questions that cannot be answered.” “Then I can never return?” Her brow wrinkled. She didn’t like the idea that she could never return to her home without having the police swarming her. “I am afraid not. You must learn to accept your new life.” “That is unfair. You could have healed me and not taken me away. Why are you doing this to me?” 40

Belita Renn Frowning, he stepped forward and cupped her cheek. “I want you as my mate, Selean. I thought you understood.” Leaning slowly forward, he pressed his lips gently to her mouth. “You knew I had no idea you were serious,” speaking softly, she walked away from him. “You need me to ease your loneliness?” “I need you.” “Well, I want my life back.” “No.” Angered by her stubbornness, he lifted her into his arms and strode to the bed. He dropped her. She fell through the air and landed on her back on top of the mattress. Moving faster than the eye, he opened the blouse she had put on, and spread it open. Leaning down he bit into her breast. Selean cried out as pain lanced through her body, then sighed as the rush of sensation similar to climax melted her tension. Licking the wound, Raggar lifted his head and bit his lip, then licked the blood that formed on his skin. Before she knew what he intended, he claimed her mouth and thrust his tongue within. Groaning from the sudden rush of lust in her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. When he lifted his mouth, she gazed into his eyes gone dark with desire. “Can you really make it better than the last?” He smiled. “Care to find out?” Licking her lips, she studied his face. “I believe I would.” “Remove your clothing.” Sliding from her body, he lay on his side watching her. “Are you addicting me to your body?” His expression serious, his gaze contacted with hers. “I’m doing my best, but you are making it difficult.” “May I ask why?” “Because you don’t want me.” “And if I did want you?” He shrugged. “Then it wouldn’t harm anything, besides, as I warned you, I have an almost unquenchable lust. The addiction will help you enjoy my lust.” Clothing removed, she stood before him naked. He rose before she could join him on the bed. Grasping her hand he pulled her down the hall to the bedchamber they had shared the night before. After laying her upon the bed, he coated his penis in sperm from the bowl with his fingers. “Where did that come from?” “My body, why?” “I am curious, as to when you had time to jerk off.” “I awake with a raging hard on. The choice is attack you without care for your pleasure, because I would be out of control, or end my lust before joining you.” “Oh.” He ran his fingers over her clit, soaking her with cum, and then he rubbed her slit, and surrounding flesh. Scooping more, he thrust it into her vagina. His fingers didn’t linger after rubbing cum into her sheath. Returning to the bowl, he coated his fingers, and then coated the opening of her anus, before thrusting his finger inside. 41

Lust of a Vampire “Suck me.” Scraping the last from the bowl he rubbed it over his canines. She blinked up at him with widened eyes. “Ah, are you going to bite me again?” “Don’t worry, you will want me too.” Snorting, she cupped her fingers around his scrotum. Taking his erection into her mouth, she pleasured him with her tongue. After a moment she was busy lapping up cum from his shaft. With cum in every orifice she was humming, and craving his body so badly she didn’t believe anything could be better than this. Eager for him, she pushed him onto the mattress and mounted his shaft. “Oh God,” she moaned deeply, “You feel bigger and better than before. I don’t understand how it is possible.” “What does it matter, as long as it is good?” He bit into her breast. It was too much flooding desire when more cum entered her blood. In no time she cried out with a shattering climax. His body quickly followed her example. “This is the last right, you cannot make it better than this?” She panted. “Wrong, I can make it better. Want to find out.” She laughed. “Not now. I am starved. I should like to go to a restaurant.” “That can be arranged. However, I suggest you dress first. I should hate to go to jail for merely protecting you from lusting men.” Giggling she shoved from the bed. “That has never been necessary in the past.” “Did you have cum in all of your orifices when you were out before?” “No,” she chuckled. “It is like a come-hither for horny men. They know you have had wild sex, and want it also.” “You are the strangest man. I have never heard anyone talk as you do.” “You mean talk about sex, and lust openly?” “Yes,” she admitted. He laughed, canines flashing from the candlelight reminded her what he was. This was not a normal man, this was a vampire, and she would be foolish to forget it. Still, she was tempted to give him her heart. He could be so caring and endearing at times, that he tugged at her heartstrings. It was these light, playful moments that made her feel comfortable with him, as though they belonged together sharing good times. However, Selean knew she must keep her emotions straight; after all he wasn’t human. After dressing in a lovely classic black gown, while he wore an evening suit, Raggar held her in his arms and they flew through the air. She laughed with pure pleasure as the wind blew in her face, and fluttered her clothing against her body. Enjoying her amusement, Raggar’s lips lifted on the edges, and his eyes had a delightful twinkle in the moonlight. He landed them in the middle of some trees. “Where are we?” “Hyde Park.” Taking her arm, he guided her through the trees. “How do you know where you are going?” She strode at his side, trying to keep up with his easy rolling gate. His long limbs carried him faster even when he wasn’t trying. 42

Belita Renn “I have an excellent sense of direction,” simply he stated, as though it was a normal gift. Scanning the surrounding area, she looked for signs of human occupation. Hyde Park was not always the safest place to be after dark. While lovely in the daylight, and people were always on the trails. At night the empty paths were eerie. Clinging to Raggar’s arm she scanned the surrounding trees, straining her eyes to see through the darkness. “Don’t worry, I can protect you.” Reading her thoughts again, he assured with confidence. “I have excellent night vision. There is no one lurking in the trees watching us. “Hum," Stepping onto a wide well traveled trail, they soon arrived at the street. Seeing people sprinkled about on the sidewalks, and hackneys rolling up the street eased her apprehension. “Are we walking all the way to Piccadilly?” She asked, after some minutes had passed. Her slippers had little cushion in the soles and the hard path was making her feet tired. “No, we are not going to Piccadilly. I am waiting on an empty hack to pass and then we will ride.” “And you know if they are empty?” “Yes.” A hackney approached, and he hailed for the driver to stop. “Vaxen Hall,” he instructed, as he helped her into the interior, and then followed her inside. They sat on the leather squabs, Raggar facing her across the small aisle. An oil lantern with a low flame lightened the interior, allowing her to see her handsome companion. Selean felt proud that he wished to escort her. “I expect you to behave,” he warned with a firm look. It was a clear warning of retribution if she gave him any trouble. “Of course.” Selean wasn’t foolish enough to make a public disturbance, and spoil what little faith he had in her lack of ambition to escape. However, if she were presented with a perfect opportunity, would she take it? “Tell me how you became a vampire?” “The usual way, I met a vampire, and she changed me.” “Ah, of course it would be a female. You have lived a long time. Have you ever had a male lover? I don’t mean while biting, I mean just as a lover.” “Yes, I lived in Paris a short time. I took a lover while there for a night.” “Tell me about it, I have never known anyone, male or female that has been willing to admit they have been with their own sex.” He shrugged, “Nothing much to tell. I was horny, and this young male approached me on the Bell De’Rouge and asked me if I was willing to pay for some wild sex. I looked at him, studying him. He was an acceptable looking young man, but I could sense the disease that was slowly killing him." “I offered to cure him in exchange for sex. He laughed, and said he didn’t believe I could help. He wanted money, the one true bartering system.” He sighed, “So I agreed. I took him to the hotel I was staying at. We had sex, and I paid him before he left. It was as simple as that.” “You didn’t cure him?” Her brows pulled inward into a frown. “No, he wanted money.” Relaxed against the cushioned seat, he responded emotionlessly.

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Lust of a Vampire “But, you must have known that he wouldn’t believe you had the ability to cure his illness?” It didn’t seem fair that he had withheld the healing magic of his blood, when it would have been easy to share. He shrugged. “He should have considered the offer before refusing. He didn’t.” “That was heartless of you. You told me you had a normal heart like others, but you weren’t being serious were you?” “Selean, I cannot heal everyone I meet. People would begin to notice and talk, and then my life would be in constant danger.” Sounding irritated he defended his actions with logic. “All right, I will let that pass. Tell me, what it was like to have sex with a man?” His light eyebrow arched, “You know what it is like to have sex with a man.” She cast him a scolding glare. “You know what I mean. What was it like, being a male and making love to a male? How was it different from having a female partner?” “Well, it was easy to know what he liked. I cannot say I found it spectacular, or I would have him for my mate, and not you. He had nothing that worked as an aphrodisiac on my body as your juices do, nor was his body nicely padded. It was merely sexual release for me. Much the same as hiring a whore, you are not with them to admire their body, or make love to it. You are there purely for sexual release.” Flattening her mouth, she narrowed her eyes on him. “You know that is not what I meant.” “What, you want details? He sucked my cock, fondled my balls. I fucked his ass, and he received an excellent climax for his efforts on my behalf. Then I paid him, and he disappeared. Nothing remarkable.” “Was that the only time you were with a male?” “No. If you are so curious, why don’t we find you a female?” “I don’t think I would be comfortable with that.” “You never know until you try. We could have a threesome.” He spoke in a suggestive timber. His face was in shadow, therefore she didn’t know if he was serious. Still, he protected his privacy, so she doubted he would risk revealing his location to have an extra partner. The coach stopped, and they stepped down onto the path in Vaxen Hall. This wasn’t a place to be avoided, as it had been in the past. The Hall was a restaurant that catered to a party crowd, but it wasn’t necessary to avoid it as long as you had a male escort. Holding her hand, Raggar started up the path toward the restaurant. Tables had been set up on the lawn, and there were people dining by candlelight. She assumed Raggar would wish to eat outside to prevent being seen. “Do you wish to sit outside?” Surprising her, he said, "I assume you do." “Not really, I doubt we shall be recognized.” Flashing a smile, he escorted her into the brightly lighted dining hall. Moving down the aisle he found a table in the center of the room. When he stopped and assisted her to sit, she had to admit she was stunned. Sitting at her side, he

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Belita Renn held her hand beneath the table. When the waitress arrived, he ordered red wine, meat pasties with potatoes, brussels sprouts, and blood pudding for desert.” She waited until the waitress departed before speaking. “I won’t eat blood pudding.” “Not a problem, I will eat yours.” He chuckled at her surprised expression. “We will order you something else.” When the waitress returned with their drinks, he added an order of blueberry pie. A man that Selean had known for years walked past. “Good evening Lord Mallery,” pleasantly she said. The man tipped his hat and continued walking. Her gaze followed him with a puzzled expression for a moment, before she turned to Raggar. “I have known that man for years, and he acted as though he didn’t recognize me.” Their food arrived, and the conversation stopped until the waitress had departed. They began eating; the food was succulent on the tongue. “He didn’t recognize you. No one will, I won’t allow it. Now that you know no one is going to recognize you. Are you ready to have a woman make love to you?” As they were sitting side by side, it wasn’t necessary to speak loudly to be heard. It made for a more intimate setting. “What? No way.” She pulled back to stare at his face. “Admit it, you are curious. That is why you were so interested in my experiences.” Frowning she turned her head aside and resumed eating. Leaning close he kissed her ear through her hair, sending a delicious shiver through her body. As always, since she had awakened at his castle she was aroused. The drug in her body was still acting on her blood. “Well, maybe a little. But, only because you keep me so aroused all the time. However, I would never be brave enough to act upon it.” “Don’t use the drug as a crutch. It has nothing to do with your sexual preferences.” “All right, I am slightly curious, but just slightly. It is not my sexual preference.” He smiled, “I know your preference. That doesn’t mean you aren’t curious and interested in exploring other things. Now that you know it is safe, are you feeling a tad adventurous? You know I will protect you.” Would she trust him to protect her? She wanted to change the subject, because her body was becoming excited over the idea of being touched by a woman. What would it feel like to have a woman’s lips on her body? She shook the thought aside. She mustn’t think of such things. “Well I’m not, not really. So please can we speak of something else. I need an alarm clock.” “Why?” “Because I am sleeping too many hours.” “Your body is healing, it needs the extra rest. I do not think it would be wise for you to start forcing your body to awaken after a certain number of hours of sleep.” “Then you believe I will stop sleeping so long after my body is normal again?” “I definitely believe once you body is sufficiently rested you will awaken. Restoring your body’s strength is important to survival and good health.” “All right, I will allow that you are probably correct in this instance.” “Thank you. Would you like more wine, or do you wish to leave?” 45

Lust of a Vampire “I would enjoy a walk in the fresh air.” “I think being out doors is just what we need.” Signaling the waitress he settled the bill, and then assisted her from the chair. Holding her elbow he escorted her from the building and into the crisp night air. “Would you like me to help you?” “Help me?” “With your problem of approaching a female for sex.” “You don’t stop. What, you want to hire a whore to make love with me? Why?” “I would like to watch a woman making love to you.” Tilting her head to the side, she gazed up at his profile. “Watch. Not participate?” “Perhaps later, first I want to watch.” She chuckled, “You really think of nothing but sex. All right if you want to help me, then I guess I might have enough nerve to give it a try.” She assumed he would hypnotize her, or excite her with cum until she didn’t care whom she was bedding. It would be exciting to be free enough to sample something erotic. “Excellent. Have I told you how ugly that gown is on you?” Pausing, he scanned down her body with a frown marring his featured. “No.” Glancing down at the lovely rose gown, she couldn’t imagine why he didn’t like it. It fitted to perfection. Still, she didn’t have a mirror. “Perhaps you could purchase a mirror, and I would know how I look in the gowns before going out?” “There is no problem with the gown, it merely looks ugly covering your body.” Bending down he grasped the hem, and whipped it up and over her head. She squealed as he pulled it from her body. She was standing in the middle of the open garden wearing only slippers on her feet. The cool air brushed her skin. “Give that back.” Snatching at her gown, his arm outstretched he held it beyond her reach, while holding her back with his hand on her shoulder. “Raggar, please, everyone will see.” This was definitely not what she had had in mind when she agreed to his help. “You can have this back, after you have a lady make love to you,” he instructed, and amused grin tugging at his lips. “Have you lost your mind? Give me the gown, I will be arrested.” Moving around his body, she attempted to grasp the gown from his hand. When her fingers managed to grasp the material his fist held it firmly. The material wouldn’t slide from his fingers. “No you won’t be arrested, trust me. All you have to do is approach ladies until you find one willing to suckle your cunny. After she has, I will return the gown.” “Couldn’t you just find me a whore, why must I? Men do it all the time. You would know how to approach one.” Covering her mound with one hand, she pressed her arm across her breasts. Looking around she attempted to face her buttocks in a direction where no one was standing. But it was impossible, as the garden was crowded. “I didn’t say whore, I said lady. Approach ladies until you find one to make love to your cunny.” 46

Belita Renn Grasping his arm, she stepped behind his back. “Raggar, a night-watch is coming. Hurry, give me the gown.” “After I am certain the constable would be willing to watch also.” “No,” she squeaked. She didn’t want a constable standing over her with a condemning expression, while a woman pleasured her body. If she was going to do this, she wanted to enjoy the experience. “Very well, perhaps another time, we can allow others to watch.” Feeling embarrassed that so many people were staring at her standing naked and exposed, with their amused, shocked and lusting glances, that she was hot-tempered. “I am going to kill you for this.” “You asked me to help.” Unperturbed with her plight he watched her with an amused expression. “You horrid creature. I’ll merely get arrested, and you will lose all around.” Stepping from behind his back she started striding toward the constable. Raggar laughed behind her. If he hadn’t already protected her with his powers, her warning would have given him ample time to prevent her from being arrested. He was so proud of her spirit his chest swelled with pride. Watching her boldly walk up to the constable aroused his desire. Once she escaped the shell of mortality, she was going to be a handful to handle. Smiling, he listened to her conversation. He was certainly looking forward to the adventure of his new life with her. “Sir, I am in need of assistance,” she called as she approached. The constable advanced to her side and stopped. “Listen lady, go peddle your wares elsewhere. While I am on duty, I don’t indulge in dalliances. Even with beautiful whores.” “I demand that you arrest me,” lifting her chin, she spoke with conviction. “Why?” He looked at her with an amused expression. “I don’t see anything I object to. Do you?” Glancing over her shoulder, he spoke to Raggar as he strolled up. “Not in the least objectionable. My lady is seeking an adventure. We will not bother you further. You may go about your duties Constable.” Tipping his hat to her and dipping his head, the night watch that was supposed to protect innocent people from being exposed to situation like this one, strolled away. Hands on her hips, she stared after the constable’s retreating back. “I cannot believe he didn’t arrest me.” “I told you, you are safe. No one will harm you. Now, shall we proceed with finding you a lady? I am excited by your exhibition and want to see the rest of the adventure unfold.” Glancing across the lawn, she noticed that people were watching her, and whispering to their companions. No doubt they were wondering if this titillation was being provided for their entertainment. “Raggar, people are staring at me.” She was stunned by the constable’s refusal to perform his duty. In truth she was excited, but she was frightened of failure. Luck had never been on her side, and she had never attempted anything this bold before. Which was why she had accepted Raggar’s help. Any attempt to cover her body with her arms was futile. Once the decision was

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Lust of a Vampire Wrapping her arms around her waist, with her shoulders hunched, Selean stood with the woman, while the men went to fetch the needed items. She stood slightly behind the woman for a little privacy. She didn’t want to attract curiosity as they entered the maze. If a crowd of people followed she didn’t know if she would be brave enough to continue. Clinching her pelvis muscles, she enjoyed the excited throb of her clit. “This is your man’s idea, I gather.” The woman queried, touching her brunette hair. “I have always wanted to taste a woman.” “Partly. I’m curious.” “Only partly. I must say I am curious why you took your clothing off before approaching people. You may have had a quicker taker, if everyone on the lawn didn’t know what you were suggesting.” “That was his idea. Actually, I was being shy, so that was the method he used to help me overcome my shyness. I think he got a kick out of me asking and being turned down.” The lady chuckled. “We won’t exchange names, you understand.” “Oh I quite understand the need for privacy.” The men returned, and they entered the maze. “You know of course that there could be people entering the maze?” the husband said. The cousin nodded, rubbing his hands over his groin. “Yes. Cannot be helped, but the maze will provide some privacy. We can set up on one of the dead-end trails. Most everyone knows which those are by now, and unless they are looking to join us, they should avoid the trail.” The gentlemen agreed, and chose the place, before setting up the bench chair at the end of the dead-end trail. Raggar positioned the lamp on the ground near the bench. Then assisted Selean to sit and positioned her body, lying along the bench, with her legs spread wide and her cunny facing the lamp. Then realizing that the men were not going to be able to see the tonguing, she was reposition, sitting on the top of the seat’s edge, facing them with her legs spread wide. Her cunt felt like it was already dripping from her rising desire. The lady was provided Raggar’s cloak to sit upon between her legs, and they were ready. Her heart pounding blood through her ears, she was so excited she didn’t know, if she could last long enough to provide the men with a show. If she didn’t, she was certain Raggar wasn’t going to be satisfied. So while the lady positioned herself between her wide spread legs and opened her labia lips with cool fingertip, she glanced at the strange men watching. The woman stroked the pink nub of her clit for the men’s pleasure, as well as her own, Selean gasped and tensed her body. Her legs quivering, she focused her attention on Raggar. Watching his eyes grow black with desire, and the swell grow larger within his pants, she felt a moment of embarrassment. Forgetting her embarrassment, she clinched her teeth and hissed when the woman’s hot tongue touched her clit. Raggar appeared about to topple over; he was straining so hard to see over and around the woman, craning his neck. “Gentlemen, would one of you or both, be interested in suckling my companions cock? He appears to be in need of attention,” impishly, Selean suggested.

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Lust of a Vampire “No, you volunteer me to two men, you deserve to be punished.” “You just wanted to volunteer me to have sex with one or all of them,” she accused. “We shall discuss that later. Come it is time to go.” “I cannot walk out of here without a stitch on.” “You can and you will.” His eyebrows arched over dark eyes, he held out his hand for her to accept. Glaring straight ahead, she started walking from the maze, without waiting to walk with Raggar. After a moment he joined her, walking at her side, with the oil lamp dangling from his hand between their bodies. “Raggar,” softly she hissed. “Get rid of the lamp, it will draw attention to me.” When he continued walking, and didn’t stop to deposit the lantern on the ground, Selean stopped walking. Placing her hands on her hips, she glared at the stubborn vampire. If he was determined to carry the lamp, she was not going to walk at his side. A moment later, she was propelled forward as though a hand was pushing on her back. “Stop it, I know you are using your power against me. You take an unfair advantage.” “Come along, and stop acting like a child, an adult accepts their punishment. Besides if you don’t, I will punish you with a spanking. Believe me when I say my smacks against your backside will feel like I am hitting you with a board. I have a strong hand.” “You are not going to spank me.” Struggling against the invisible hand shoving on her back, she wasn’t able to fight his power. Against her will, she stumbled along behind him. Humiliated, she was forced to walk naked across the lawn crowded with people that had left the dining hall. Many had probably come out to see the naked woman parading around the gardens. The lamp Raggar carried kept them in a circle of light, making it easy to see them from a great distance. To her surprise, Selean discovered she was growing excited. No longer did she struggle against the hand pushing her along, it didn’t serve her. Fighting him and winning wasn’t something she could achieve, so she strode one or two steps behind him. She felt juice pool in her sex as her hips rocked while striding behind him, watching his rounded buttocks pumping with his strides. Her breathing heavy, she decided her body liked being ordered into sexual situations, even if it was merely being naked as she cross a populated lawn. “Raggar,” she called to him softly, when they reached an unpopulated area of the garden. “What about the driver?” “I have considered him, and he will assist in your punishment.” She frowned. “How is he going to help?” “I’m certain he shall enjoy seeing your naked body.” Feeling troubled, she followed him to the road, where he hailed a waiting hackney. “Wow, did you find her inside? I wish I had me a whore like that to satisfy my needs.” “Will you join us inside?” It was a command, not a request, and his deep timber conveyed his intentions to have his way, no matter what may arise. Casting Raggar a troubled glance, she shook her head. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

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Chapter Seven

The following afternoon, something woke Selean. As she was awake she decided she would explore the rooms. She dressed in a flowing red gown made of overlapping veils. It was a fluffy gown designed for evening wears at the theater. However, she liked the way it floated around her body. Pleased with her selection, she quit the tower and descended the stairs. On the lower level she remembered the oppressing feeling of evil she had encountered at the far end of the hall. Raggar said it was merely a spell to protect him while sleeping. She had a feeling he was concealing something in that area he didn’t wish for her to see. Strolling down the hall she paused at the doorway of some of the rooms and glanced inside. It seemed as though the long hall had shrank, for she was suddenly in the chilled air at the end of the hall. The feeling of evil surrounding her, she wanted to run away as she had before. What was there to be afraid of, Raggar would not allow anything to happen to her, especially here. This was to be their home. If he did give her the freedom he promised, she decided she would be willing to stay and be his companion. After all she had all the luxuries a woman dreamed of owning, plus a wonderful lover. If only he were human. Sighing, Selean advanced slowly around the corner and faced the door at the end of the short hall. This was Raggar’s bedchamber. She wanted to know what his chamber looked like. It didn’t seem reasonable that he should feel threatened by her presence. All she had to do was speak to him, and he would know her identity. Her confidence boosted, she walked to the door. The oppressive feeling of evil was almost smothering. It was as if a heavy weight was pressing on her chest. Placing her hand on the cold crystal knob, she pushed the door open. The chamber was decorated in red and gold, resembling what she believed a harem room would look like. There were plush wide seats with stuffed pillows embroidered with gold threat. Dark netting surrounded the bed. She could see a shape inside lying on top of the bed coverings. Heavy red velvet draperies cover the windows blocking out the sunrays. “Raggar? It is only me, you need not be frightened.” Advancing toward the bed, her feet sank in to a thick rug. The hearth had log’s waiting on the grate, and kindling was stacked to the side. The chamber was large with a table sitting at the foot of the bed, containing dried flowers that appeared to have been there for ages. Still unable to see Raggar she moved closer. “Raggar, can you hear me?” Reaching out her hand her fingers touched the netting. “Yes, I hear you. Is something wrong?” “No, I merely wished to make certain you knew it was I in your chamber.” “What? What are you talking about?” 55

Lust of a Vampire “I don’t wish to disturb you, but I was curious.” “About? Selean what are you doing now?” He demanded in a troubled timber. Draw the curtain aside, she peeked her head inside. A dried corpse was lying on the bed. The skin was withered on the bones; it was mostly an ugly dark skeleton. But where is Raggar, and why did he sleep with this thing? Was this his old lover? Feeling a need to draw forward, she leaned closer for a view of the canines in the line of teeth. She moved closer, almost as though she weren’t controlling her body. Suddenly the cadaver raised, its arms wrapped tightly around her, and sank long teeth into her throat. Selean cried out in fear and pain. The canines didn’t stop the pain, as Raggar’s did. Where was Raggar when she needed him? She felt the hot blood run down her neck and beneath her lovely gown. It would be ruined. The skeleton holding her began to form muscle beneath the skin; it fluffed up and began to appear as though the flesh would burst. She was feeling lightheaded. Struggling against the thin arms holding her, Selean was unable to break the hold. “Raggar, help?” Her mind cried out. “Where are you?” “It bit me, and it hurts.” “Are you in her room?” “Her? I’m bleeding bad Raggar. I don’t think it is stopping.” Raggar’s angry roar, “No,” filled her mind. It was so loud it made her head swimmy. “Let her go. She is not yours to take.” His deep voice was hard with anger. He had to be yelling at the thing holding her. “Raggar, I feel so weak.” “Hold on Selean, it is growing dark and I can come to you soon. I will be with you as soon as it is dark enough. You won’t need to wait long.” “All right. It hurts, and I cannot pull away. So much blood, blood is everywhere.” As soon as the sun had set sufficiently not to burn him instantly to a crisp flake, Raggar flew up the stairs. He raced down the hall faster than light; he was a blur of motion. Slamming the door back, he ran to the bed and jerked Adora away from Selean's throat, and then pulled her away from Adora’s clinging limbs. “I should have destroyed you,” he snarled at Adora. Selean had been right, there was blood everywhere; Adora’s hadn’t been able to take it in as fast as it pumped out of the major vein. Selean and Adora were both covered in the red fluid. Unconscious, Selean was near death; her skin had lost all color, he noticed as he laid her on the floor. Tearing open the vein in his arm, he held it over her mouth, and forced his arm between her pale lips. “Drink sweetheart, drink,’ he commanded. Her throat muscles worked as the fluid slid down her tongue. “Drink.” His mind willed her body to do as he commanded. He poured blood into her until the wound sealed. Then he was forced to tear it open again. Cursing from pain as his teeth tore open the veins, he watched Adora for movement, not wanting to be caught unprepared. When he felt Selean had enough blood to keep her alive, he waited for the wound to seal. Straightening he faced the bed. “Adora, if you live get out and

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Belita Renn never return. If you are here when I return, I will make sure you are dead. I swear I will destroy your husk.” Opening her eyes, Adora lunged for his throat with her bony hands. Grasping her wrists, he thrust her away from him. Hurling through the air, the baggy dress fluttered around her bones. Landing on the far side of her resting place, she rolled onto her feet, and stood crouched on the floor. Launching through the air, she flew toward him, an unholy screech rising from her throat. Her eyes were round balls in hollowed out sockets with no eyelids. Her teeth appeared to be an extension of the rotting nose. The muscles beneath her thin flesh flexing with each movement, he could see the red blood beneath the skin as it flowed through shrunken veins. Because the veins had shrank she hadn’t need much blood to make her muscles form. In his weakened condition he wasn’t much stronger than Adora. Pulling back his fist, he punched her in the shoulder as she landed against him. Sending her body flying across the room, she hit the floor on her knees. Spinning around she hissed at him. “Get out before I kill you. Make your way far from my world, because if ever you return here, I will destroy you.” He might be weak, but he was enraged and meant every word. Leaping toward the exit, she flew through the balcony door, and disappeared into the night sky. His body weak from the loss of blood, he stumbled to his feet with Selean’s limp body in his arm. Moving slowly, he held Selean to his chest and made his way down the hall and around the corner. He needed to feed after give Selean the large quantity of his blood. Carrying her into a near chamber, he placed her on the bed. The wound in her throat was healing. Leaving her, he stepped out the balcony door and lifted into the air. A short time later he found a lone male walking down a country road. Dropping to the ground behind the man, Raggar grasped him and bit into his neck. The hot thick blood pumped down his throat. Stopping before he took too much, he sealed the wound. Leaving the man beside the road, Raggar went in search on another victim. Once he was replenished, he returned to Selean. Her breathing was labored. Parting her lips he opened his arm a third time and poured blood down her throat. When the wound sealed he lay down beside her. There was nothing more he could do for her. Giving blood was the only treatment he knew for replacing the major loss of the life giving fluid. This close to death, he had no choice but to make her a vampire. It had been the only way to save her, but would she understand? At the moment he hated Adora. She had been unable to seal the wound even if she had wanted to. But he didn’t believe she had wanted to allow Selean to live. Adora had been vicious in her attack of him; he had to assume she had intended to be as ferocious in her attack of Selean. By not warning Selean of Adora’s presence, it was his fault that Selean had been given no choice. She was going to be quite mad when she awoke, and had every right to blame him. Sinking into a black depression, he feared that by his neglect he had lost his hearts mate. When dawn arrived he carried Selean to his chamber. Pressing the lever the trap door opened, revealing the dial of the safe door. Quickly he dialed in the combination. The seams in the panels of the wall hid the steel door of his safe chamber. Pulling the safe handle a six by four 57

Lust of a Vampire section of the wall opened. Lifting Selean, he carried her inside and placed her on the bed. Returning to the steel door, he tugged it closed. Lighting a candle he moved to the bed, and arranged Selean into a comfortable position. Then he covered her body with the velvet counterpane. There was no heat in the safe room; the temperature was a stable sixty degrees. But Selean was running a fever as her body made the rapid changes from mortal to immortal. As he hadn’t bothered to dress, he slid onto the bed beneath the covering and gathered Selean into his arms. Pressing her head onto his chest, he stroked her back until he fell into a restoring sleep. When he felt her stir in his arms, he opened his eyes. “Rest easy Selean, I am with you. You are safe now.” “Is that your previous mate?” “Yes, she chose death twenty years ago. But she wasn’t dead, only dormant. The smell of your blood roused her. In twenty or so years, she would have died if she hadn’t fed. Don’t worry, she is gone now, and can never harm you again.” “Why? Why can’t she harm me? Why are we in this room? This is your chamber isn’t it?” Pulling away from him, she slid from the bed and moved to the candle tree. “Yes. We are here to be protected from the sunlight. I’m afraid Adora gave me no choice, I had to change you or you would have died. I’m sorry, I did want to give you time to make your decision.” Rising onto his elbow he watched her with a troubled expression. “You weren’t going to let me leave, so I don’t see what difference now, or the future made.” Lighting a candle she turned to scan the solid steel walls. “No, I wasn’t going to let you leave me. But you could have lived a mortal life.” “Until when, would you have let me die in the future?” “I had hoped you would wish to change one day.” “Is this to be my new prison?” He sighed. “No. You can leave if you wish. But I recommend that you stay, while I teach you what you need to know. You don’t have to share this chamber with me. You can sleep in any dark room, but I would like you to sleep with me.” “Why can I suddenly leave,” suspiciously she queried. “I cannot force you to remain.” Selean chuckled. “Now you cannot force me. How rich. How utterly unromantic.” Ironically she said. “You lied to me about the chamber. You should have warned me about her. You should have prepared me. Did you plan to make me love you before you changed me?” “Yes I lied, and I should have warned you. I am sorry. But no, I don’t expect you to love me. You don’t need to tell me I am unlovable. Adora beat you to it. I had hoped you would accept me as your companion.” Falling back again the pillow he interlocked his hands on top of his head. “I’m horny, are you interested?” He knew her desire would be as strong as his now. “No.” Selean felt the hurt in him that Adora had caused. It made her angry that he had believed her. What made Adora so special that her words could cut so deeply? “The sun is sinking, do you feel it? A building sense of excitement in your body.” “Yes.” Concentrating she was able to separate the feeling he spoke of, from the feeling of desire, and the emotions she felt toward Raggar. 58

Belita Renn “That is your signal that you can leave the safety of your chamber each night. The sun will kill you. Even the fading light will burn your skin until you have gained some years.” Don’t go. Don’t leave me. “Will I need to drink blood now?” Hearing his thought she refused to acknowledge them. She could sense the longing and loneliness in him. He shouldn’t feel lonely now that she was here. Why didn’t her presence fill that loneliness? “Afraid so, until you are older, you will need to build your blood at least once a week. Your body will use the blood, but your heart will not build more. You must get that from a fresh source. You need not kill anything. You will feel when the heart begins to slow. If you stop then, lick the wound, so it will heal. The person or animal will live.” “Do you ever kill?” Didn’t all vampires kill? Adora had certainly intended to kill her. Adora hadn’t intended to release her, Selean was certain. If Raggar had not saved her, she would be dead. She didn’t blame Raggar for saving her the only way he knew how. However, Adora she did blame. If Selean ever had the opportunity to revenge herself on the woman, she would. “No. The guilt is too much. You will never forget a life that you take.” I ache. His hand sliding to his engorged cock, he began pumping his clinched fingers around his shaft. His breathing accelerating, Raggar imagined Selean lying beneath him, her eyes glowing with need as he thrust into her body. His hand moved fast, while the image of her mouth sucking his cock filled his head. Her sweet red lips sliding over his shaft, applying pressure and her slick tongue flicking over the hard muscles of his cock. The thoughts in his head were transmitted to Selean as he stroked his cock. She watched his movements, feeling mesmerized. That he used an image of her while masturbating made her heart ache. Was he doing it on purpose to make her care for him? The longing in her body was building, as she watched him stroking himself. Her clit throbbed with excitement. Turning her back to him, she touched the steel wall. “Why did you decide to build this, if a mere dark room will suffice?” “Ahh Godd,” he hissed behind her. She could feel the rapture of his release flowing through his body. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed that he saved his semen in a waiting receptacle. Frowning she faced him. Her body leapt with excitement, the desire for the exquisite feeling his semen gave her body was almost overwhelming. She had to think of the fear she had felt in Adora’s chamber, to resist moving to the bed. “It is still hard to believe, I’m really addicted to your semen.” Relaxed from his release, Raggar chuckled. “Indeed. Yeah, your juices have a similar effect on me.” “Can I leave now?” She didn’t want to think of how his desire effected her emotions. Drawing a deep breath, he rose from the bed and moved to the dial on the door. He spun the wheel to the numbers quickly, to fast for the normal eyes, but Selean’s eyes could easily keep up with his movements. “Will I move fast?” 59

Lust of a Vampire “Yes. Come I will teach you all you need to know, before you decide if you wish to leave.” He was resigned to her departure. His heart felt like a marble slab in his chest. He wanted to plead and offering her anything to stay with him while he made it up to her. But how can you repay someone for taking their humanity and making them a monster? Wasn’t that what she had called him a monster? He supposed he was a monster, he hadn’t truly felt like one until Selean had called him one. He sighed heavily. I’ll wait until she has gone and walk into the sun. He couldn’t stand the thought of her living out there somewhere without him. It would kill him anyway; he might as well end the misery. God knows he had been lonely before she came. Now that he had spent time with her and known true joy, he didn’t believe he could endure the torture. Leading the way into his bedchamber that concealed his real chamber, he continued to the balcony. Turning he waited for her to join him on the dark protruding stone terrace. Walking with her hands dangling before her stomach, her index fingers interlocked, she stepped through the balcony door. “Think lift, and mentally feel your body rise from the security of the floor beneath you.” He rose from the stone and hovered above the balcony. Following his instructions, he guided her as they floated through the air. He told her how to hunt, and flew by her side while she did. He explained how to bite and where, and stayed with her while she made her first bite. The blood was as addictive as he had said. Selean longed to continue drinking, but he stood behind her, droning on, explaining what to expect and when to react. So she knew exactly when to stop and heal the wound. Raggar was an excellent teacher, thorough, patient, and considerate of her new emotions. He spoke softly in deference to her increased ability to hear sounds. By the time dawn was drawing near, he had shown her how to travel quickly, land softly, disappear from view of mortals, and how to hypnotize. They flew back to the castle and landed on the balcony of her chamber. “You are a fast learner, it will not take you long to learn all that I know.” Raggar entered the chamber without waiting for her. When she entered he tugged the black curtains closed over the windows and the balcony door. “Good sleep.” Without another word he turned and strode toward the door. “If you decide to leave wait until it is dark again, so you will have time to find a new resting place.” Walking out the chamber doorway with slumped shoulders, he closed the door behind him. “But I prefer that you wait until I have taught you all I know.” Alone in the dark chamber, Selean realized they had been in the dark all night since leaving his chamber, and she hadn’t noticed. She had been able to see equally well in the darkness, as when they were in the candle lighted chamber. As the sun rose she felt the strength in her body drain. After seeing light even in darkness she recognized the need of her eyes to have some time in total darkness to rest. That she needed dark to restore the strength of her body as she had as a human, seemed natural. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stroked her hand over the soft covering. This bed was empty and lonely, as was the chamber without Raggar. If she were to go to his chamber now, they could make love before resting. 60

Belita Renn Lying down on the pillow she touched the empty pillow beside her. Raggar’s image filled her mind. She was his equal now, perhaps not as powerful, but she was vampire. He was no longer different. There were no longer barriers to separate them. If she left him, she would be condemning him and herself to loneliness, which she didn’t want to do. But, was that a good reason to stay? She knew he wanted her as his mate. Did that mean he loved her? After the deep hurt Adora had inflicted, he would be leery of falling in love. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t, once she proved that he could trust her with his love. What she needed to determine was what she felt about him? The answer popped instantly in her mind, as his adored face smiled in her memories. A smile spread on her lips, and her fangs extended. She had found her love, which was why she was jealous of Adora. It would be foolish to leave before she discovered if he could learn to love her. Leaving her chamber, she ran quickly, faster than the rising sunlight, to his chamber. The wall to the safe was closed. Moving to stand before it, Selean called to Raggar. “Let me in.” “Coming, sweetheart.” The door swept open. Waiting until she was inside, he pulled the door closed and locked it in place. When he turned to face her, his expression was uncertain. Smiling, Selean opened her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “I believe I love you.” “I know I love you.” Lowering his head to claim her lips, he murmured. “Welcome home.” Selean was smiling when his lips claimed her mouth.

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Author Bio

Belita lives in Dark Corner in GA. She is the author of several erotic and romance titles. Married to a deputy sheriff, she has a large family, which she adores and enjoys spending time with them all.

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