CRAVINGS & CARNAGE

A DARK OBSESSION COLLECTION

SKYLAR QUINN

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this work is allowed without the express written consent from the author, with exceptions for review purpose only.

Any resemblance to real-life character names and/or personalities is purely coincidence.

CRAVINGS & CARNAGE

First edition. March 27, 2026

ISBN- 9781941194355

Written by Skylar Quinn

CRUSH Publications

www.crushpublications.com

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A NECROSIS BLACKOUT

1

All my life everyone looked at me for my breasts or ass, no one looked at me for my brain or the wonderful things I gave to this world. No one cared that I held four patents for my work in the chemical engineer field, or that I even met with three different sitting presidents when working on top secret information. All they ever noticed was my size 44 DDD’s and my plump ass.

I wasn’t okay with this, not one bit.

It was on my last date that I started plotting revenge on the world and all of those who took advantage of me because of my looks. Boobs were great, don’t get me wrong, but there was so much more to life. And I was going to find a way to leave a mark on this world, one that couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Asa! What are you up to?”

My coworker Justin Klein was a huge pain in my side. He and I went on a couple dates but like everyone else, he couldn’t look me in the eyes while eating or talking.

“Hey Justin, I’m just working on this presentation for the DOJ, you ready for tomorrow’s board meeting for our project?”

“That’s why I am here, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner and we could go over some of the finer points of the project and what I have so far.”

“Sure, when did you want to meet?”

“I could pick you up, if you wanted.”

He didn’t like that I had rejected his advances and he had continued asking me on dates ever since. I was bored, and tonight I had no plans, otherwise I would have said no.

“Nah, I can meet you anywhere you want.”

“What about my place at seven?”

He thought he was smooth, but he wasn’t. “Fine, I’ll see you at seven. I know where you live, I remember.”

I watched him leave my office with a smile, he was so annoying, always trying to show off. Maybe I could use him as a practice pawn, not the first one I wanted, but, nonethe less, a decent one. I made sure to write nothing down when it came to my plans to leave an impression on the world. I didn’t need undue evidence floating around.

A lot of my time in college went to studying criminology. My major may have been chemical engineer, but my minor was criminal justice. I had both means and ability to carry out crimes that absolutely would not be tied back to me.

I left work early to prepare for my ‘date.’ When I got home, I went to my safe and removed my burner phone. I cloned my personal phone a long time ago, I had it all planned out. This way I left the house my phone would stay behind, and I would take the burner with me. I would be able to see if anyone messaged me, but it would help with my alibi because I wouldn’t show that I left my home.

Since I was going to his apartment, I wouldn’t need to dress up fancy. I could slip on sneakers for the coming and going and have a pair of dress shoes in my oversized purse. Maybe elegant sandals. I also kept my knife sharp; it had a razors edge that would slice through anyone’s epidermis with very little effort.

Once I was ready, I walked out of my back door, down the porch and into the ally. I crossed over a few blocks and then grabbed a city bus. Once I was downtown, I called an Uber, and it took me to Justin’s home.

Let the night begin …

“Asa! You look great,” Justin said as he opened the door and let me inside, “can I get you anything to drink?”

“Bottle of water would be good.” I thought to myself that way I can take my drink with me when I go, leaving no prints behind.

We made small talk through dinner, and I knew that if I wanted any chance for my plan to work, I would need to be easier to seduce. I had to make sure was willing to go all the way with me. I was fairly confident he was.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

He looked up from his plate with a confused expression, “Thought we were going to go over work.”

“Justin, come on, you’re the best in the group. I’m sure your work is fine.” It never hurt to butter him up.

“I don’t know, do you think so?”

Nodding my head I said, “I’ve seen what you’ve done so far, if you stayed on that path, I am sure everything is perfect. What could you have missed?”

I watched as he agreed and then grinned, “We could Netflix and chill.”

Standing up from the table, pushing the chair back and grabbing my plate, walking it to the sink, “That sounds just wonderful.” I took the plate and washed it off, then using a paper towel I cleaned the plate and dried my hands. Pocketing the paper towel, I put it away until I could throw it out.

I sat on the couch with him, and he turned on the television. I didn’t care about show, I wanted to get this done. Using my body for what I knew he liked about it I adjusted my shirt, my cleavage busting out of the top. His eyes looked longer than was socially acceptable and I grinned.

“I’ve wanted you for a while Justin.”

“Me too, Asa.”

Reaching my hand out, I latched into his shirt and pulled him close to me, kissing him with the vigor of a whore trying to make her mark. I let him pull me on top of him, I ground my hips down into his hard cock. He felt average in size., enough to give me a good ride before finishing him off.

He pushed my panties aside, letting my skirt drape over my legs and shoved his fingers inside me.

“Someone is wet and ready,” he grinned.

I was wet and ready at the idea of what was going to happen next, not for the sex, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yes sir,” I grinned back, “always ready for you.”

My hands fumbled with his zipper, nerves were starting to kick in. When his cock was freed, I lowered myself onto it. He moaned out in pleasure as my walls closed around his shaft. I rocked him hips, his hands held onto me. Together we moved and when I saw his face contort into that infamous snarl, he was known for in the office right before he came, I knew I had him. I clamped my walls on his dick and felt his load shoot inside me. The idea of possibly getting pregnant by a man I killed made my body tingle. I loved every moment and when I was done, I slid off him.

“Care if I go to the bathroom to clean up?”

“Sure, second door down the hallway.”

“Go ahead and start the movie I’ll be right back. I’ve seen the first thirty minutes, so I won’t be lost.”

I grabbed my purse and acted like I was going to the bathroom. When I saw his attention elsewhere, I tip toed around and removed my knife from my purse. The blade felt solid in my hand. It only took one swipe across his neck; I don’t even think it was painful. I watched the blood spew from his neck, down his body and onto his couch.

My blood sang inside of me, my knife felt like a glorious weapon, and I was the victor.

Today was the start of the rest of my life.

2

It had been two days since Justin’s demise; and the high I had felt from that experience still rang in my blood. I needed to continue to feed it. I had made my way through the workday as best I could without thinking about the blood dripping from the knife. The crimson color against the stainless steel was the perfect image. The best medium for blood splatter was a baked human body. I needed to find my next meal. Because that is what this was, a meal, feeding my urges.

“Asa, you good to work overtime this week?” Mr. Scott yelled from across the room.

My boss yelled all the time at the employees, at this point I didn’t think he even noticed. I gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, the less words I say to him, the better. Overtime meant that I would have more money for my bills which equated to less stress. Less stress meant more time for me to focus on my next meal.

By the end of my shift, I was exhausted and in need of a walk. I decided that the city park would be the easiest place to let off some steam. I drove around in a circle until I spotted the perfect parking place. I grabbed my bag that easily strapped onto my body. I kept my knife in here along with a few bucks in the event of an emergency.

The trees swayed in the wind, and things looked peaceful. I started out at a slow walking pace and eventually moved to a jog. The wind in my hair felt great and my mind started to clear. Exhaustion had faded, and I had regained my second wind. My chest bounced up and down as my pace increased. I could hear my heart beating and could feel something coming up from behind me.

My head spun, and I saw him, a lonely jogger behind me. He looked cute in the darkened night, but he had a nerdy vibe based on his clothing choices. The voice inside my head told me this would be the perfect victim number two. Completely unconnected to me, some random person in the park. That voice was right.

I slowed my pace down and then pretended to get a cramp. The trip and fall act I did was Oscar worthy in my opinion, but it did the trick.

“Oh, owe, ah!” I hollered as I hit the pavement.

“Ma’am! Are you okay?”

What a Boy Scout, I thought to myself. As he came closer, his height was taller than I realized, that could make things a little more difficult.

“I don’t know what happened, I just fell,” I told him.

“That’s what it looked like, I saw the whole thing. Did you break anything?”

My head shook back and forth, “I don’t think so, just my ego mostly. Maybe a scrape or two.”

“Let me help you up.” He knelt on the ground beside me and placed one arm around me and then one in my palm. He was stronger than I realized and quite the gentleman.

“Thank you so much. Do you think we could go sit over there so I can catch my breath and evaluate my leg?”

He started walking me toward a bench under the light, but I pointed to one off the trail and away from easy. Line of sights. “Over there, I need to slip my pants off to look at my legs.”

“Oh,” he said, “I didn’t think of that.”

It almost looked like he was blushing, this could be easier than I thought it would be at first.

When we got to the bench, I asked him if he would help me take my pants off. That way, I didn’t have to bend my leg. Good thing I had shaved the day before, so my legs were still smooth.

“Careful, don’t hit my knee.”

“Sorry,” he said as he pulled them down. When he handed my pants to me, I tossed them behind the bench. I didn’t want them to get blood on them in case it could be used against me.

“How does it look, is it swollen?”

I watched him look around at my leg, and I reached down and touched his hands, “Like this,” I placed them on my skin and pressed his fingers so he could feel my kneecap. His hands felt soft, no calluses on them. He probably worked at a desk.

“I don’t think it’s swollen.”

“Can you check my thigh, it hurts right here in the middle,” I pointed to my mid-thigh and when he brought his hand to that spot, I opened my legs wider for him.

“This feels good too,” he said.

“It must be further up, the pain has to come from somewhere,” I breathed a little louder, so he could look up at me. My chest moved up and down with each inhale and exhale. My nipples were hard, I knew my shirt exposed enough of my chest to captivate a guy.

“Like this,” he moved his fingers up, going closer and closer to my core.

“Just like that,” I moved my leg and caressed it along the side of his stomach.

I could feel the sexual tension and he took the hints well. His fingers pushed past my cotton panties and slipped inside my pussy. “What about right here?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “it hurts right there…”

He used two fingers to massage the inside of my core; he traced my walls and when he started rubbing on my clit, my legs wrapped around him and pulled him close. “Maybe it needs a kiss to feel better.”

It was like no second thought was needed; he lowered his head and kissed my lips, his fingers still inside. I felt his whiskers against my inner thighs and that got my pussy tingling. I loved whiskers.

“Yes,” I softly moaned, “more.”

He used his tongue to flick at my clit, and I loved it. My juices were flowing, my pussy went from moist to soaked quickly and when I came, I held in my moan as my body went limp.

“I think you fixed my ache; you must have massaged a knot out of me.”

He laughed, “I must have.”

“Let me repay you,” I said, reaching for his hand and pulling him to the bench.

He didn’t resist, he sat down beside me, and I stood up, “I’m going to get my pants. That way I can kneel and not have the hard ground against my knee, one second.” I walked around the bench and put my pants on, I used this time when he wasn’t looking to open my bag.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he started to get comfortable.

“What, trip and fall in front of a cute guy, no.”

The chuckle he gave told me he was nervous, “I meant do this, what we are doing, in the park. I’m worried we will get caught.”

He turned his head to look at me, but I went behind him and put my boobs behind his head. My hand went to his hair, where I started massaging his scalp.

“We won’t get caught just don’t yell.”

“Why would I yell,” his question was timed perfectly.

I grabbed his hair and held him tight as my right hand came across his throat with my knife. I sliced into his skin, holding him in place, as the life drained out of him.

When I held up the blade, I saw that crimson blood I craved dripping from the silver steel, the perfect picture.

He had been a good victim, serviced me and then complied in the end. Now I could go home and sleep, my monster was fed, and I felt rejuvenated.

If only I could do this for my overtime pay and not filing customer files.

3

I was watching the news and smiling; they were reporting on the death in the park. Juno Kingling was his name, I didn’t even know. The reporter claimed that at this time; they didn’t have any suspects. Perfect, that’s how the plan was supposed to go. I didn’t need any of the police or feds linking me with him, or, more importantly, linking him with Justin.

That told me I should probably find a new knife to use, I didn’t want to keep using the same one. I had watched enough shows to know that the murder weapon could be matched, and I didn’t need that. I also wondered if I should change my M.O. up some. It had been many years since I had been with a woman; I don’t think I would mind it now. I loved it in college.

My cell phone reminder went off, I had to get to my yoga class, the idea of yoga made me smile, there were lots of women there that drove me nuts, it would be a perfect place to hunt. Maybe it wasn’t even about the sex, maybe it was the killing I needed?

I contemplated this concept as I walked down the street to my yoga studio. What would taking the life of a woman feel like, would I enjoy it? Would she fight more than the men? So many unanswered questions that it sealed my mind's decision. I would hunt today from my class. When I walked into the building, I saw things in a whole new light.

“Hey Asa!” I heard my name called out.

I plastered on a smile and turned in the sound's direction, “Hey there, ready for class today?”

“Sure am, some new people are joining us, should be fun.”

It couldn’t have been planned better, hunting, and killing on the day we have new arrivals. “That’s great, how many new people?”

“About eight, so get ready to have some fun.”

I watched closely during the class how everyone interacted, and I had set my sights on this woman, she was a petite little thing with red hair. Her legs looked very sexy, longer than her torso almost. She talked little, which made me hope she was shy and had told no one she was testing out a yoga class.

At the end of the session, I went up to her and introduced myself, “Hey there, I’m Asa Bowning, you’re new here, aren’t you?”

She nodded, “I’m Julie, yeah, just testing the class out.”

“What did you think,” I tried to keep my tone pleasant.

“It was fun, people seem nice here.” She smiled at me and reached her hand out, “It’s nice to meet you.”

I returned the gesture, “You want to get coffee?” I hoped that didn’t come across too forward, but I was itching to get my knife bloody again and she seemed like the perfect subject.

She looked at her watch and smiled, “Sure, I have about thirty minutes to kill.”

“Great, I know the perfect spot.” I knew the perfect spot; my neighborhood had a coffee shop that had a back door into an alley with no cameras.

“Is it far from here?”

I shook my head, “Nope it is in walking distance, just follow me.”

We made small talk as we walked down the sidewalk towards the shop. It was a bright day, the sun felt warm on my skin, almost like the heavens above were blessing my plan.

“Julie, do you like to go to clubs?” I pointed to the coffee shop door and made my way across the street. She followed close behind.

“Sometimes, but I don’t get a chance to go much, I don’t have friends who enjoy it.”

“Today’s your lucky day, now you do.”

We talked in the coffee shop for thirty minutes. When she looked at her watch and saw the time, she panicked, “Oh no, I am going to be late. Thank you, Asa, for a fun time.” She stood up from her chair, “Will I see you at yoga in two days?”

I nodded, “Yes, of course. What direction are you going? I may know a shortcut.”

“My appointment is on Main Street, so I need to get there.”

My head moved up and down, “Yep, I know a shortcut, why don’t we slip out back and I can show you. That isn’t too far from where I live, so it will be sort of on my way, anyway.”

I pushed my chair back from the table, stood up, waved to my friend behind the counter and pointed towards the back door to Julie, “Follow me.”

We walked out back, and I pointed up ahead, “Down there, that’s Main Street.”

Julie took the lead through the alleyway like I had hoped she would. My hand went into my bag and searched for my knife. I unsheathed it inside my bag and let go of the handle and pulled out two gloves. I quietly slipped them onto my hands and then grabbed the knife. Pulling it out of my bag as quiet as possible, I placed my bag on the ground and came up behind Julie.

“I’m sorry,” I said before my left hand came around, grabbing her head, my palm covering her mouth.

She started to twist and turn her petite body. I wrapped my other arm around her, the knife in my hand. I stabbed her stomach once. I was pretty sure I punctured a lung. I brought the knife out and then came down, swinging it into her right thigh, hoping to hit her femoral artery. I pulled the knife back out and pushed it into her throat, wiggling it back and forth, making sure there was no recovery.

My hands were dripping with blood, the knife oozing with the crimson glow. My heart raced, my pussy felt moist, my nipples hard. The arousal was so heavy that I couldn’t fathom anything more powerful. When I set her on the ground, I thought it best to make it look like a robbery. I pulled her wallet out, Julie Marie Klein. What a dumb name. I tossed her credit cards and ID onto the ground and then grabbed her cash. I took my gloves off and pulled my shirt off, too. I opened my bag, pulled out a plastic bag, and put the bloody items in it. I pulled a fresh shirt over my head and zipped my bag up.

It was time to vanish, and to deal with the surging hormones I had pooled in my loins.

4

I managed to get home unseen after the killing. I stripped my clothes off, tossed them in my washer, turned the water on hot and added the best detergent I had. The kind that moms used on baby diapers, it got everything out. I knew that after a few washings with that every trace would be vanquished. The knife needed to have the same treatment. I took it into the shower with me where I washed it off thoroughly, along with my body. Then, I deposited it in a five-gallon bucket once I was done. I pulled the bleach out from my cabinet and put in three cap fills and added water. I then took a bleach and water spray I made and applied it to the entire surface of my shower. I knew how to cover my tracks.

When it was all done, my hormones had calmed, and I was now in a clear head space. This had been too many killings back-to-back. I needed to take some time to cool off and distract me with something else. I still felt like I needed to have sex. My hormones may have simmered down but that didn’t change my need much, if at all. Something that I used to do but hadn’t in a while was visit chatroom sites in search for eligible men. Maybe tonight I should resume that?

I brought my laptop to my bed and set up my lap desk. I had every intention of clicking into the chatrooms until I saw the headline on my internet explorer site.

Third murder in days, do we have a serial killer in our town?

A serial killer, just saying that in my head made my body warm. I started to click every link I could find. It was like about a famous person, except it was about me! I felt no shame or remorse, in fact I felt hornier now than when I had killed Julie.

My hand slid down my body and between my legs. As I read the next article, I started to finger myself. My digits were soon covered in juices as my pussy reacted to the stimulation of both my mind and my clit. I couldn’t help it; I loved the fame and attention I was getting even if my name wasn’t attached. It was best my name wasn’t attached, so I could keep it up.

There were speculations about what type of man would be doing these crimes, what mitigating factors went into the brutality of them. One message board person posted that it was a woman because of how clean the crime scenes were from a lack of evidence standpoint.

I came reading that.

What better way to make me orgasm than to stroke my ego?

After an hour of article surfing and several orgasms, I decided it was time to put my laptop aside and think about my next victim. Who would it be? Where would I hunt? I couldn’t shop for my next brutal killing buddy at work or at yoga again, it would need to be some place I was not associated with. Possibly a random grocery store would be good, or maybe a liquor store. There were options I just had to consider but I did have a few days to contemplate.

Today was Friday, I should hold off killing until at least next Saturday. Make sure there is no pattern in the number of days.

But, in the meantime, I would also have to figure out something that fulfilled me as much as the knife dripping in crimson blood.

It was in the middle of this thought that I heard my cell phone ding. When I looked at the screen it was Joshua, an old boyfriend who always tried to win me back. A thought crossed my mind, that made me smile, I could simply fuck Joshua for a few days to get the cravings out of my system and then resume hunting when that’s’ done.

This idea seemed perfect. I started typing back to Joshua, a perfect distraction. This would be a great exercise in patience, if only it was a virtue I was better equipped to master.

Hey Asa, long time no talk

Hey yourself, you’re the one who stopped texting

*Laughs* if that’s how you remember it.

It is how I remember it because it’s the truth. What’s up now?

I was reading about the murders in the city, and it got me thinking about you, so I msg’d. That okay?

Yeah, it is, glad you care still.

Of course I care. I will always care

I suddenly remembered why we broke up, he was too much of a sap for me, but he had a larger than average cock and sometimes size made up for personality flaws.

What are you doing tomorrow night, Joshua?

Nothing, you?

How about you come over for some dinner, I’ll cook

What time?

See you around 7, bring wine, you know what I like.

Will do, see you tmw night, Asa.

This would be the perfect distraction; Joshua would help me work through the pains of not being able murder while still have the need to come.

What could go wrong?

5

When I heard the knock on my door, my heart sped up. Joshua had arrived right on time, like I knew he would. Not that I still had feelings; it was that I was horny and had no way to relieve my frustration. Masturbation was great, but there was nothing like a hard fuck that really got me off. If he hadn’t been such a sap, he would have been the perfect partner.

Opening the door “Hey there,” I said to him.

“Always the prettiest person in the room,” he responded with.

I tried to keep the eye rolls to a minimum, but I wasn’t a huge fan of gush. “Please come in. You look nice.”

“Thank you, I did not know what to bring wine wise. I didn’t know what we were eating.”

“I’m sure you did fine; you know what I like.” I walked past him and went into the kitchen, where I had the food simmering on the stove.

“It smells fantastic. You were always an amazing cook.”

“Thanks. Hopefully, you still feel that way.” I stirred the sauce in the pot a few times before removing it from the burner and pouring it on top of the chicken that I had already plated. Baked chicken, asparagus and mashed potatoes went well with the white wine he had provided. It would be a good night that would hopefully end if sex.

“May I help,” he walked over and extended his hand, “put me to work.”

“Save your strength. I have plenty of ways you can help after we eat.” I gave him a wink and a grin. The smile on his face told me he understood what I was saying, perfect.

The evening went as planned. Dinner unfolded with pleasantries and laughter. Joshua always had a way with words. He was a handsome man, with a distinguished jawline, dark brown hair, blue eyes, which I found amazing. You don’t see that combination a lot. He made me laugh throughout dinner and I found that sexy as hell. He reached over and grabbed my hand in the middle of dinner and that caught me off guard. But not as much as the words he said.

“I couldn’t help thinking about you this week.”

“You said that you thought about me when you read about the killings. Why?”

His eye twitched, “I was worried about you.”

The laugh I gave was a nervous one, “Why were you worried about me?”

“I’m not stupid, Asa. All the descriptions of the kills, the victims.”

“I think I am missing something,” I went to pull my hand back, and he gripped it tighter, “Don’t act like I am dumb. You never acknowledged how smart I was.”

“You’re starting to scare me, Joshua.”

He barked out a laugh, “That’s rich, coming from a killer.”

I didn’t know how he knew, but he did. I wasn’t sure if my face gave it away or if he could feel my heart beating as he held onto my wrist. “Joshua, let go of me.”

“Or what, you’re gonna kill me? Here in your home?”

I pulled my arm trying to break free, “I don’t even know why you think it’s me. Let go,” I yanked again.

“All of the victims’ names are similar. And you and I broke up very badly. Maybe it is egotistical of me to assume you’re trying to kill me over and over with these other stand ins, but I was very much taken with the idea you loved me that much to go kill.”

This wasn’t happening. I had to fake it, I had to find a way to make him think he was wrong. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop it, let go or I’ll scream!”

Joshua stood up and pulled my arm with me. He pushed me into the wall and with his free hand wrapped his fingers around my throat, “You’re playing with fire, little girl, and you’re about to see what happens when you come after me.”

I didn’t understand what was happening, who had Joshua turned into? “Josh, please …” I begged when he pushed me into the wall again.

“Quiet, you’re going to be a good little girl and take your punishment. And if you perform well, I’ll keep this between us, and I won’t turn you into the authorities.”

I knew I deserved this, I was the killer, and of course part of my thoughts was about him, and all of my past lovers. I felt my pussy heat the more Joshua manhandled me.

“They say the victims all were sexually assaulted, should I do that to you, Asa?”

His hand grabbed my breast and squeezed. He knew what I liked, and I loved it. “Yes,” I moaned.

“Good girl, now, kneel.”

He freed my arm, and I had my moment, I could kill him, or I could fuck him. I reached for his pants and freed his hard, long cock. I had made my mind up.

“Open up for me, that’s right, I’m going to fuck your face like you’ve never been fucked before.”

He shoved his cock into my mouth, the forced pushing my head into the wall. His cockhead rammed against the back of my throat and my lips sealed around his shaft. He put his hands on my head and held me in place as his hips moved forward and backwards at rapid speed. He didn’t cum, he stopped when he told me he was close and stood me up. I felt his hand traveling down my back. He slipped it into my pants, then into my panties. He put his fingers inside my pussy and finger fucked me, he was pleased I was already wet.

“You always liked it rough, didn’t you?”

Joshua pounded his fingers over and over until I came on his hand. He pulled it out of my pants and then grabbed the front of my shirt and tore it open. “Look at your creamy skin.” He took his hand, covered in my juices, and smeared it along my chest. He ripped my bra off and then pulled at my pants.

“Get naked now.”

I was so turned on that I didn’t hesitate to comply. He grabbed my hips when he dropped his pants and took me over to the island. He bent me over and spread my cheeks. His cock slid into me with a force I didn’t recognize. The feeling was overpowering and when we came together; it was a high I had never felt before. He collapsed on me, our bodies pressed together, his weight pushing me into the cold granite of the island.

“Damn, that was amazing,” he whispered into my ear.

My head nodded in response, “It was.”

“Take me with you next time, we can both fuck the person before you kill them,” his hands roamed my sides as he spoke.

“Joshua, you have it all wrong.”

“Asa, don’t deny me. I know you. And now I have leverage, I know your secret. Take me with you.”

I closed my eyes, I knew I had no choice. There was nothing else to do. I nodded my head again and when he pushed his body up and freed mine some; it was enough for me to move. I jumped quickly from his grasp and grabbed the knife out of my chopping block. “No, Joshua, why did you have to do this?”

He laughed at me, “You’re not going to kill me, Asa, you’re not strong enough.”

That was where he was wrong. I was strong enough, and I had changed since we broke up. When he came at me, I didn’t back up. This time, the knife didn’t cut my victim’s neck. It went into the side of his body, puncturing his lung.

I let him bleed out on my kitchen floor and the tears I had when I called the police to report a rape and killing were real. But I wasn’t crying for Joshua, I was crying for myself. Because somehow, I had been found out. And now, I would have to be more careful. But at least tonight, I had the orgasm I had been craving, and I was sure that would hold me for a couple of days.

6 Police Station

Domingo Shaw looked through his email every morning when he got in. He made it a habit throughout the day to read each one sent in. He found a lot of information in the details and learned long ago that being prompt and responsive would be his ticket to the big promotion. The case he caught two days ago stuck with him for some reason. Things didn’t add up, and it made him take extra time in processing the scene.

The first sign something was off was the victim. She had no issues looking at the man who raped her as he laid dead on her floor. Most women he dealt with in the past couldn’t stand to be in the same room as their assailant, dead or alive. But this one, she seemed different.

If someone asked him what made him collect her DNA and run it through the system, he would have told them it was just standard procedure. But the truth was, it was his gut. While it may have been procedure, it wasn’t what drove him to the hunch.

When Shaw saw the email come in regarding her DNA test, he never would have believed what it said. He pressed print, grabbed the results off the printer and made his way to the Captain’s office.

“Hey, Captain,” Shaw called out as he walked into the captain’s area. “You won’t believe what I just got a hit on.”

“Tell me it’s the serial killer. Please, the mayor is breathing down my neck.”

He nodded, “Yes, but you won’t believe where I found it.”

“I’m all ears. You going to keep me in the dark?”

Shaw grinned at Captain Barns, “My rape victim’s clothes.”

“Why are you smiling? Wasn’t that pretty brutal, how she had to kill her attacker?”

He nodded, “Yup, but that’s not whose DNA matched.”

Captain Barns had a puzzled expression cross his face, “What are you saying, Shaw?”

“My rape victim is the killer.”

“Well, fuck me. Have you told the DA yet?”

Shaw shook his head, “I just saw the results and came to tell you.”

“Call the DA, get them started on the arrest warrant. Once we get it, then we can search her house and bring her in. What was the woman’s name again?”

“Asa Bowning says here that she has no record and her call to us for help after she killed the guy was her first encounter with the police.”

“Why don’t you meet with the department profiler? They were expecting this killer to be a man. Maybe there is something we’re missing. Could she have a relative? How conclusive was the DNA match?”

“No, sir, this is a 99.99% match. She’s our killer.” Shaw had a smile on his face, “You can tell the mayor once we bring her in. Let me go talk to the DA right now.”

“A female serial killer. That’s a new one for me.” The captain turned around and went into his office. Everyone in the bullpen watched as he called Mayor Turner to deliver the news.

“You know if you’re wrong, this is going to be the end of your career, right?”

Shaw turned around and saw his nemesis Andrew Trevor looking at him. “You’re just mad I caught this call, and not you.”

“Maybe, but if you’re wrong, it was nice knowing you.”

“For the city’s sake, you better hope I’m not wrong. I know everyone will sleep easier once this killer is put away.”

Asa’s Home

I knew things were going to smooth. I hadn’t heard from the police in two days and my gut told me I needed to run. One thing I always had ready was a go-bag. I was raised by survivalists, and we were always prepared to handle the worst of things. My family had a bunker off grid on land they had purchased in the fifties. My grandfather had foresight, and he put it in a cousin of ours name. The plan always was if we were in danger, we would retreat home.

My instincts were telling me I needed to cut and run.

Inside my closet I had a floor safe that held $250,000 in cash plus gems and gold bars. I had lived on half my income for over a decade, saving the other half here. There were three suitcases full of clothes already packed. I used my duffle bag to empty the safe. It was heavier than I thought it would be. I loaded my bags into my car. I had pulled two hundred in cash out so I wouldn’t need to use my debit card. My bank only had a few hundred in it, anyway.

I had a spare set of license plates in my garage that I used to swap out on my car. I dated someone at the DMV once, specifically to get a set of plates. My dad always wanted my escape plan to be solid. My cell phone needed to go. I took a hammer and smashed it. I knew they would probably get access to my cloud information eventually, but I hardly saved anything there.

Too much time was passing by, and my stomach was in knots. I knew I had to leave. I ran back through the house to gather any last-minute items. I took the few photos of my family, a couple bags of food and finally, my guns. When I went back into the garage, I pulled out a burner phone I had for years. My parents and I all memorized a set of phone numbers and a code. I plugged the car charger in, put the phone on it and once it powered up, I sent a text message to my dad’s burner phone.

Your pizza order is in route, delivery in under 30 minutes expected.

We made a habit of checking our phones before we went to bed. I knew I would hear from him tomorrow. Which gave me enough time to get to the bunker. I pressed the button to open my garage and as the door pulled open, my heart sank.

Four police officers were pointing their guns in my direction. I had a decision to make. I never wanted to be locked up like a caged animal. I wouldn’t handle prison. There were only four of them in front of me. Two, I could hit with my car, I could make a run for it.

I slammed my foot on the accelerator and took charge. I know I hit one, maybe two of them. The sounds of the gunfire were loud, and everything happened so fast. I knew I was hit; I knew the pain I felt was the bullet taking away my life.

The car ran into a police vehicle. I felt the impact as my body slammed against the steering wheel. It was like I had an awareness, but I couldn’t move. My limbs were still. The last thought I had was of my parents and my hope that they never learned of my failure.

My failure to get away.

“Detective,” one of the patrol officers called out.

“Yeah, what you got?” Shaw walked over to the lady calling for him and peered into the trunk of the car.

“It looks like thousands in cash.”

Shaw nodded, “Yeah, Asa was making a run for it alright.”

“We need to search her house, see if we have anything else to tie her to the killings.”

“Yes, sir,” the patrol officer said.

Shaw turned toward his captain, “She had a car full of cash, clothes and food. I think it’s safe to tell the mayor the threat has been taken care of.”

“You did some good work here; I know the brass will agree.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Shaw waited at the house until the crime scene had been processed. This would be the case he always remembered. The day he caught the JKKiller.

The End

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VAMPIRE TOOK MY WIFE

A CUCKOLD’S DREAM

VICTOR

“Victor,” the sexy woman said as she looked up at me from her bed.

“Yes, Charlotte?” I licked my lips, her sweet blood still dripping down my fangs. She had little to offer in the way of useful conversation, but she was a great fuck, and I loved the copper tinge of her blood.

“Can you do that one thing again where you bite me on my lips?”

I couldn’t help but grin that she gave me that question. I loved feeding from the pussy. It made everything sweeter.

“Oh, you can count on it.” My body moved down the length of this creamy white morsel under me. When she spread her legs for me, the smooth skin of her swollen lips called to me. The juice made it glimmer. I licked my lips, lowered my head, and took a bite.

“Ahh,” Charlotte moaned her enjoyment.

Her hot crimson juices flowed into my mouth, overpowering my need to fuck her. The pull and pull on her lips gave me a satiated pleasure that pulled my brain into an ecstasy of disbelief. I felt high, like I could taste the colors in my mind. I could hear her heart slowing down and knew I needed to release her. I enjoyed her too much to finish her. Retracting my fangs, sealing the wound and moving my body upwards, my cock found her heat and slid inside. Her walls closed around my iron rod, and when the thrusting began, her cries of joy grew louder.

As my cock started erupting, I heard the knock on my bedroom door. I didn’t need to hear his voice to know that it was my assistant, Charlotte’s husband, Joey.

“Boss,” he called out.

On the last pump of my cock, my final seed depositing in her sweet cunt, I responded, “What?”

“The special guest is here. You want me to get a room ready?”

“Don’t move,” I whispered to Charlotte.

She looked up at me, her eyes in a glaze, her body still, her breath low. She nodded in response. I knew she was coming down from the high that she had received from my taking of her blood and giving her my seed. She would be still for several minutes.

“Come in,” I called out to Joey.

My eyes watched his facial response when he opened the door to see me withdrawing my cock from his wife’s cunt.

“Make sure to clean her up. I’d like her by my side at dinner.”

Joey nodded, his eyes looking over his naked wife’s body. Her cunt was covered in a mixture of her blood and my cum. It looked like a beautiful painting. He walked over to the bed, and when I made room; he moved between her legs and started cleaning. Joey’s reward for loyal service.

“I expect you both to be at dinner with us in an hour. Make sure she’s in the yellow dress. It makes her eyes pop.”

“Yes, sire.”

Leaving the room the way I entered it, naked, I walked down the hallway to my room, slipped inside, grabbed a robe and then made my way downstairs to greet my guest.

“Seth,” I called out, walking into my guest room. I walked over to him with my arms extended.

“Victor!” he responded, standing up to embrace my hug.

“Been a long time, brother. Honored you are staying here.”

“It’s been way too long. But I thought a family reunion would be in order for a few days. Your servant seems well trained.”

“Joey knows his place. I’ve had him for a decade. I just rewarded him last year with a wife.”

“Always the benevolent master,” Seth laughed.

“You've gotta keep these humans happy. Damn sunlight and all.” I walked over to the couch and sat down. “What brings you out this way?”

“Business, I’m looking to open a modern-day brothel.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “What’s the point of that with all the cell phone apps nowadays?”

He shook his head. “You misunderstand. When I say modern day, I don’t mean for the humans. I mean for us.”

My lips curved in a grin. “Are you trying to eliminate the need for the hunt?”

He crossed his hands on his lap and smirked, “Trying to make things better for our kind. There are humans who want us. This would eliminate the need for vampire hunters taking out our kind for the whole hunting in public thing.”

“It’s an interesting idea for sure. But you won’t ever replace the rush of the hunt. The hunt and the fuck.”

“Look at you here. It’s like what I want to portray. That’s why I am here observing.”

I laughed. “You have no idea what these humans are like. But you will. Maybe we can share one.”

“How many do you have to pick from?” Seth looked around the room, his eyes focusing on the unique books along the shelves.

“There are a few couples here. Joey is my longest and most rewarded human. But there are a few other husband and wife teams that help on the property.”

I heard a noise at the door and turned my head to see Joey walking inside.

“Sire, should I take his things to the first or second spare room?”

“Joey, set Seth up in the first one. And make sure that tonight Lucy is waiting for him.”

“What about Jose?”

My head turned, and I looked at Joey. “What about him?”

“Do you want him there, too?”

I turned my attention to Seth. “What do you want? Just the wife, or her mate, too?”

Seth laughed. “I’m not like you. I enjoy my women solo.”

“You heard the man, Joey, just Lucy. Thank you.”

“Yes, sire.”

When Joey had left the room, Seth spoke up. “You have him so well trained.”

“I’m telling you, he’s loyal. It’s all about the reward. And controlling that reward.”

Seth shook his head. “After all these years, you’re still teaching me.”

“Isn’t that what big brothers are for?” We both laughed, and I looked at the time. “Shit, let me go get ready; dinner will be served soon. I’ll show you your room.”

Seth followed me out of the room, down the hallway and up the stairs. “The last room at the end — that’s yours. Enjoy.”

“Can’t wait.”

JOEY

I had worked for Victor longer than I thought I planned when I took the job. At first, it had been a joke, one I got paid well for. But then I realized that this was quickly turning into a lifestyle and not a joke of a job. There was nothing that compared to the rush of working for vampires. I had been quite fast at learning the different duties of a butler. That was my official title, house butler. Before I met my wife, the women who came and went from these rooms were all mine to enjoy, after Victor, of course. Most of them found it hot that I had such a dangerous job.

The reality of the situation was, I could leave anytime I wanted. It was part of the agreement Victor and I had written up. But I didn’t want to leave. I had as much money as I wanted, plus the luxury of traveling with the ultra-wealthy. But when I met Charlotte, things changed.

She wasn’t one of Victor’s girls first; she was mine. At first, Victor barely took notice of her. Our agreement had stated that if I brought women home, they wouldn’t be introduced to the vampire lifestyle unless they expressed interest. The day Charlotte found out what Victor was, changed things for us forever. It was also around that time I discovered the idea of sharing my wife with Victor aroused me on a level I wasn’t even sure about.

Since that time, Victor and my contract have evolved, and things have changed. Not only is he my boss, but he’s also my wife’s lover. We both serviced his needs, but only one of us got paid for it. Well, paid financially. Charlotte received a lot of attention from Victor, both in and out of the bedroom. When I knocked on his door, I knew what I would see inside his room.

“Boss, the special guest is here. You want me to get a room ready?” I said to Victor.

“Come in,” I heard him say through the door.

My cock was hard as diamonds before I opened the door into my master’s lair. I could hear my wife from the other side of the wall. Victor had been making her sing in a new octave. I’ve never watched him fuck her. But I can always hear it. He held nothing back. If anything, he performed louder.

Blinking my eyelids open and shut a few times, I looked at my wife naked in his bed, covered in sweat. She looked so incredibly sexual that the head of my cock began oozing precum. I watched him withdraw from her pussy; my blood raced all over my body.

“Make sure to clean her up. I’d like her by my side at dinner.” Victor’s orders were always to be followed precisely. “I expect you both to be at dinner with us in an hour. Make sure she’s in the yellow dress. It makes her eyes pop.”

There was only one response that was acceptable. “Yes, sire.”

When Victor left the room, I walked over to my wife and let my hand rest on her thigh. My fingers danced along her skin.

“You look peaceful,” I said to her.

“Oh, I am. This time, he made me cum more than I ever had before.”

It wasn’t jealousy that I felt, but maybe envy. I wished I could do that for her. Maybe one day.

“Let me clean you up. I am glad you could enjoy things.” I knelt between her legs; my mouth was watering at the anticipation. Without prolonging things, my head dipped down, and my lips were pressed against hers. The taste of blood, cum, and her juices all mixed as my tongue lapped her sweet cunt up.

My cock was ready to explode. My hands worked down my pants, and when my cock was freed, I moved up her body and kissed her lips. Our tongues tangled together as my cock slipped inside my wife’s warm pussy. Her walls closed around me. I knew I wasn’t as large as Victor, but that didn’t matter. She was so wet; it was like a slip and slide moving in and out of her. When I came, I let out a ferocious cry of pleasure as my seed reclaimed her womb as mine.

“Joey,” she panted into my ear when we were done.

“Yes, my love?”

“Better finish cleaning me before he realizes you fucked me in his bed.”

I had never done that before; I hadn’t even paid attention to where I was. Lust and desire had overcome my brain and led me down that path.

Without wasting a moment’s time, I pulled my pants up, grabbed my wife in my arms and took her down the hall to our suite to bathe her. Once she had been taken care of, she finished dressing herself and gotten ready for dinner; I made my way back downstairs to tend to Victor and his guest.

VICTOR

We sat around the long rectangle dinner table talking about nonsense. It was a pleasant conversation, and the time was passing by easily. To my right was Seth and to my left, Charlotte. I kept my left hand interlocked with hers while Joey sat next to her. Every time his eyes traveled across the table and locked on our hands; my cock hardened. I couldn’t feed from her again, but I would fuck her before the night was through. There was a fine line I walked, and tonight I felt like pushing the boundaries. Especially after what Joey did earlier.

“Tell me, Seth, this brothel of yours, what place in town do you want it?”

“French Quarter, obviously.” Seth waved his hand in the air as if we were all supposed to know what he was indicating.

Everyone at the table laughed. It was obvious since New Orleans was known for the vampires.

I looked at my friend and said, “Do you think it is possibly too obvious? Maybe something off the beaten path might draw more appeal.”

Joey spoke up. “How are you going to advertise to women?”

Seth took a drink of the blood wine before answering. “Women would inquire when they passed the house. That’s part of why I want it in the middle of the hustle and bustle. Our food would come to us.”

“It would also capture the attention of a lot of humans. My advice, brother, find another location.” I turned my attention to Charlotte. “Joey, what are your plans for tonight with your wife?”

“A quiet night in, sire. Unless you want to join us.”

Nodding my head, “I think I will. It’s been a while since the three of us had a night together.” I paused before saying together. Both he and I locked eyes, and I was pretty sure that he knew I knew he had been in my bed. “I have plans for us all tonight. Don’t expect any free time.”

“Yes, sire.” Joey reached for his glass of wine and took a drink. It wasn’t a drink of pleasure. Everyone could tell from the sudden fear in his eyes that something was going on.

Good, I like my humans fearful. That keeps them in line.

“May I be excused?” Charlotte squeezed my hand as she spoke.

“Yes darling,” I released her hand and stood up to pull her chair out, but Joey beat me to it. I suppose the man is her wife, so letting him have this moment of chivalry wasn’t a big deal. Joey kissed her on the cheek as she left the table and then sat back down.

“Sire,” he said.

I put my hand up and silenced him. When I was sure that Charlotte was out of earshot, I snapped my attention back at Joey and hissed. “I know what you did.”

“What do you mean?”

I could tell by the way his heart sped up; he was scared. “You took her into my bed. And for that, you will be punished.”

His body language changed; his shoulders rolled inward, shrinking him in his chair. “Yes, Sire.”

My attention returned to Seth, and we picked up our brothel conversation as if it had never been interrupted.

When the dinner was complete, we all stood up from the table. I said my goodnights to Seth and then looked at Joey. “Come.” I didn’t need to go into more detail. He knew when to be silent. After all, he didn’t last this long in my service by being a fool. We walked in silence through the house, and when we approached my doorway, I stopped and turned to him.

“You understand, Joey, that I gave you the option to leave long ago. I am going to give you that option once more, right now. You and your wife can leave if you so desire. But if you stay, your punishment tonight could be grueling.”

I heard his heart picking up. He seemed excited about the potential for torture. “I understand. I want to stay. We want to stay.”

There was nothing left to do then. I nodded my head and opened my bedroom door to find Charlotte in her spot, naked, and already starting.

“Someone is being a bad girl, starting without me.” I unbuttoned my shirt while walking across the room.

“I didn’t think you would mind since I was using the toys you bought for me.”

She had my favorite anal plug inserted and the rabbit that I loved teasing her with moving in and out of her juicy, wet cunt.

“But, sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission now, did I?” The grin I had on my face was evidence that I wasn’t the least bit put out by this scene. I almost had been distracted enough to forget I was going to punish Joey tonight.

“Your husband is going to watch. You don’t mind, do you?”

Charlotte turned her face to her spouse, and a smile crossed her lips. “Just watch?”

“He’s being punished for that stunt he pulled in my bed earlier.”

“Oh,” she said in a low voice.

“It’s okay, Charlotte, I know what I did.” Joey walked towards her, and I put out my hand for him to stop.

“You, take yourself over there, in the chair against the wall.”

Joey nodded in response and walked to the chair against the wall and sat down.

“Because I am a benevolent master, you can free your cock. But you can’t cum unless I grant you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sire.”

“Good.” I removed the rest of my clothes and licked my lips. This woman needed to be eaten tonight. But I would have to be satisfied with her sweet juices instead of her copper blood. My cock was already hard. I looked down and watched it bounce in the air as I moved across the room. When I got to the bed, I stood there, looking down at my treat.

“Stroke it.”

She was always the good girl, complying with all my desires. When her hand wrapped around my length and started stroking it, I heard Joey moan. This was going to be fun.

JOEY

I knew that when I fucked my wife earlier, there would be consequences. It was part of the gamble, that exhilarating fun that I couldn’t get enough of. But as I sat here watching Victor undress Charlotte, my throbbing cock told me maybe I should have thought twice about this step out of line.

“Feeling anxious?” Victor looked at me as his hands took off my wife’s dress.

I gulped. While he may know how my blood is racing through my veins, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Go ahead, free it. Let your cock out. I know you want to. No point hiding it.”

He wasn’t wrong. My cock was rock hard, and within the confines of my pants, it was almost too much to bear. I needed freedom. I needed something more than trying to ignore it. With my chin held high, I lowered my pants and grabbed my meaty shaft in my hand.

Victor was between her legs. His mouth was on her most precious lips. I could hear his tongue lapping up her juices. My fingers opened and shut around my shaft over and over, and when I was ready, I started slowly stroking.

“Fuck, Charlotte, you taste like what I imagined heaven to be.”

Hearing his voice say my wife’s name made precum start dripping from my tip. My finger ran through it, using it as partial lube as I stroked my cock. The sound of my wife moaning fueled my desires. I wanted nothing more than to be inside her. I closed my eyes and pictured it was me between her legs. My making her cry out like I had never heard her cry out before.

“Joey, you better open or you’re going to miss it.”

Victor’s voice came from inside my head and was not audible. I opened my eyes to see his cock in his hand. He was stroking in rhythm with my hand motions. His smile in my direction was not only sinister, but it was also scary. He pushed her legs down and shocked his gigantic cock deep into my wife.

I started pumping my hand faster and faster. My cock ached to be inside of her.

Once again, his voice entered my mind. “We’re going to cum together, Joey, you and me. I’ll know when you’re ready. Don’t worry, you can clean her up when I’m done.”

My heart was racing. It was the worst experience and yet somehow the best. I couldn’t avert my eyes even if I had wanted to. Charlotte’s face looked breathtaking. She was basking in her happiness as he plowed away at her. With one hand holding her ass up at an angle I couldn’t maneuver and the other hand on her mound. I knew he was massaging her clit.

I could feel my heart pounding. It almost seemed like it would jump out of my chest cavity. Up and down, over and over. I stopped only to spit into my hand for more lubrication. I couldn’t control myself much longer. I was on the brink of an explosion, but I wanted to hold out. I didn’t want to give him that pleasure.

His voice again! “Joey, you will never hold out longer than me. You can try, but it is a fruitless battle.” His laughter filled my head, and suddenly, as if my body lost control of itself, I erupted.

My eyes watched in wonder as loads of white, pearly strings of cum shot from my cock and painted his floor.

“Oh, Victor, Victor!” Charlotte’s moaning turned into screams, and I knew he had joined me in the release. Just like he said he would.

“I’m glad you’re pleased, sweetheart.”

My eyes were glued to the scene in front of me, watching as he took my life in a passionate kiss. As he withdrew, he looked at me and winked. “She’s all yours.”

And just like that, he had whisked himself out of the room.

CHARLOTTE

I looked over at my husband, who was sitting to the left of me. I reached my hand out to him. He stood up and closed the short distance between us. When he touched me, my body lit up. There was no one I loved more than him in this world, and I wanted to make sure he knew it.

“Take me to our room.”

“Yes, my love.” He leaned over, pulled his pants up, and then knelt onto the bed. He slid his arms under my body and hoisted me into the air, securing me next to his chest.

“I love you.”

He responded with a kiss. It didn’t matter that I was naked in his arms; we walked through the halls and down into our bedroom, where we enjoyed our privacy. Our alone time. A place that no one would dare to violate.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he nuzzled my neck.

“Mhmm,” I purred out as his lips teased my skin. “Yes, my love.”

In our bed, he was the big spoon, and I was the little. His arms wrapped around me and cupped my breasts. His fingers would tease my soft skin. When he drug his nails along my curves, it sent gooseflesh soaring all over my body. This was what I loved most about his taking me after Victor. These precious seconds turned into minutes, then two hours together, where he reclaimed me as his.

“I need to clean you,” he murmured during our kiss.

“No, just take me. Take me as yours.”

“I’m not a vampire. I can’t go that quickly back-to-back,” he chuckled.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. “I don’t need you inside me. I need you with me.”

“I’m right here. Let me clean you.”

He stopped talking, picked me up again and walked us to the en-suite bathroom we had. He set me down on the edge of the tub and turned on the water. I smiled as he sprinkled my favorite scents and lit a few candles. When the water was at an adequate level, he helped lower me into the tub. Joey walked into our closet and pulled out a towel and a washcloth.

One thing that was certain: Joey was always attentive to detail. The washcloth he picked was of my favorite material. He warmed it in the water under the faucet and brought it to my face. Slowly, he wiped the sweat from my brow and then the makeup from my skin. He cleaned my top half thoroughly. Lifting my heavy breasts and running the warm cloth under them. My head dropped back in pleasure as I moaned.

When his hand traveled further down, I noticed Joey gave close attention to my sacred spot between my legs. I parted my legs for him, giving him ample access. Once he was finished, he tossed the cloth to the side of the tub and looked down at me.

“I’m going to make you cum.”

His hand went back to the center of my core, and he slipped two fingers inside me. After so many moments together, it didn’t take him but a second to find the spot that sent me whirling. He knew my buttons, and he loved pressing them, literally. In and out, he moved his digits, and with each stroke my body relished the feel. Without a prolonged effort, Joey had me wiggling and splashing in the tub. One by one, the strands of my composure unraveled until an orgasm flowed through me. From head to toe, my body rejoiced.

“Joey,” I panted.

“Yes, my love?”

“Take me to bed.”

I put my hands on the side of the tub for support, stood up, and let him wrap a towel around me. Once again, he carried me across our floor and laid me on top of the comforter. He toweled me off, and once I was dry; he pulled back the covers after tossing the towel onto the bathroom floor. He tucked the covers in around us, and together we lay there, in a peaceful trance.

Husband and wife, happy, content and at peace.

VICTOR

There were noises coming from upstairs, and that made me smile. I knew how much Charlotte and Joey loved each other, and there was a unique bond between the three of us. It was hard to explain, but they were my humans, and I wanted to see them thrive. When Seth walked into the room, holding his arm extended with two women on each side of him, my eyebrows shot up.

“Did you order out?” I laughed and looked at each with lust in my eyes.

“Figured we could use a little snack.” Seth held them out at arm’s length. “Take a look. Which do you want?”

My tongue snaked out and licked my lips, my fangs extended, and I could see it in the brunette’s eyes — she wanted me. I could smell her desire permeating the room.

I lifted my finger and pointed. “You’ll do.”

She walked over to me, and I patted my lap for her to sit down on. I watched Seth out of the corner of my eye take his snack to the other side of the room. He was a good friend.

Using our telepathic skill, I asked, “What’s their expiration date?”

“Tonight” was all he responded with.

“What’s your name?” I asked the creamy white brunette sitting on my lap.

“Mary.”

“Oh, like the Virgin,” I teased, reaching my hand between her legs.

“If you want me to be,” she parted her legs and showed me her throat.

“Such a good girl,” I praised as my mouth lowered to her neck and my fangs sank into her skin. I let my fingers tease her clit while I worked her arousal up. Feeding on food always tasted better with arousal. As her hormones increased, so did her blood flow.

The copper taste filled my mouth, and my body reacted. When I was ready to cum, I pulled my fangs from her neck and sealed her wounds. I moved her between my legs until she was on her knees and freed my cock.

“Be a good girl and give it a kiss.”

She said nothing as she lowered her mouth onto my cock. My hand on her head guided her at the pace I liked. Up and down, undulating along my dick as her tongue slathered my rod. I held her head in place when I was ready to finish. My cock unleased my hot seed deep into her throat. I looked into her eyes as I came and as she swallowed the last of my cum; I knew she knew this would be her last night.

I pulled her back onto my lap, took the other side of her neck and bit into it. Her blood now held a hint of my taste as my cum filled her body. Pulling and pulling the blood from her until I had my fill gave me undeniable pleasure.

When her lifeless body slid off my lap, I wiped my lips of the remaining droplets of blood. Her friend was also taking her last breath, and now that these two ladies had taken their final breaths, Seth and I were left with our cocks out and our bellies full.

“That was a delightful surprise,” I said, putting myself back together.

“Consider it a thank-you gift for the hospitality.”

I laughed. “Well, wish all my friends thought like that.”

Seth stood up. “Want to go catch a movie? I hear Dracula is playing at an old theater around the way.”

Chuckling, I replied, “Not to, on-the-nose for you?”

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s a cult classic, and I’m a fan.”

“You have fun; I’m going to have to pass. I want to get some work done.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll take these two out with me.” Seth stood and started collecting the women.

“You can put them in the kitchen; Joey will take care of them in the morning.”

“He really is a good manservant.”

I nodded. “The best. And no, you can’t borrow him.”

Seth almost looked like he was pouting. “Too bad. I’d have fun with him.”

“Uh huh, and that’s why the answer is no. Enjoy your night.”

When my friend had left, I laid back on my couch and looked up at the ceiling. I had work I needed to do, but suddenly all I wanted to do was sleep. As the feeling of slumber overtook me, I thought I had heard Charlotte’s voice from a distance, telling her husband she was ready to move out.

I’d have to deal with that in the morning. Tonight, I decided to sleep.

The End

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