Crimson, Volume 1

by Sax Alexander

  “Uh-huh.” Kylie breathed.

  “You really want to feel me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  The vampire made a sound somewhere between a hungry growl and husky amusement.

  “Good.”

  Kylie gasped as those sharp, savage fangs sunk like knives into her throat. She twitched against Tessa’s body, wanting to cry out, but she bit down on her own tongue to stop the sound from escaping. Tessa did bite down harder, and Kylie twisted underneath her, pressing closer, her heart thumping in her ears. It hurt, but it felt good. It felt deep and electrifying, sinking down into her very core, the sharp, stinging pain swelling into a good deep-down throb inside, a swell of aching, sensual pleasure. Soon the initial piercing pain gave way to a wonderful sort of tenderness. She could feel Tessa’s eager mouth against her, thirstily drinking up the hot, flowing blood that welled from the wound, predatory and yearning.

  She hadn’t bitten directly into the artery, of course. Near it, but not right in it, not straight into the central blood flow that would kill Kylie in mere moments. That would have been little fun, and Tessa evidently enjoyed dragging things out. As she drank from Kylie’s neck, the hand that had gently cradled her head slipped down instead to the crotch of her jeans. The vampire slid her fingers between Kylie’s resisting thighs and gave a demanding little squeeze.

  Kylie gasped again in sudden shock. She hadn’t realized just how ready, just how excited her own body had become, until the vampire started kneading at her. Tessa’s hand slowly stroked her through the jeans, her motions hard and deliberate, toying with Kylie as she drank. A small, soft series of urgent whimpers escaped Kylie’s throat as she pressed back against the questing fingers, the sensation of pressure against her loins thrilling under the ecstasy of the pain.

  “Hush up!” Tessa commanded, releasing her stinging hold on the wound. She moved her hand again, tracing two fingers in the blood at Kylie’s throat, and then lifting them to Kylie’s lips.

  “Taste,” she whispered. The blood was bright, glistening wet, and Kylie obeyed, opening her mouth to let Tessa slip fingers to her tongue, tasting salt and copper and sucking eagerly at dark flesh.

  Tessa replaced fingers with lips, pressing her bloodstained mouth against Kylie’s own, sliding tongue over tongue, sticky with the red, warm treat.

  This time she slid her hand to Kylie’s belt and expertly unbuckled it to slide her fingers under the denim, finding the satin of Kylie’s panties already damp, and beneath that, a warm, wet, and eager pussy.

  “Good girl,” she whispered as their kiss broke. Kylie’s blood was smeared across the vampire’s full, sweet lips. “So well-behaved. But I’m going to bite you again now, and if you make even a peep when I do, I’m going to punish you.”

  Kylie panted heavily. Tessa’s fingertips pressed leisurely against the folds of her sex, toying with her.

  “Do you understand me?” Tessa murmured. “Say you understand, sweetness.”

  “Yes,” Kylie whispered. “I do. I understand. Please—”

  Tessa interrupted with a harsh little sound, and she gave Kylie’s clitoris a soft, swift pinch. Kylie’s pussy quivered in response, but she closed her mouth, only nodding.

  Instead of going back to her neck, Tessa slid herself a little lower against Kylie’s body. She moved the hand holding Kylie’s wrist to lift up the silvery shirt instead and unsnap the clasp on the black bra underneath. The undergarment sprung apart, leaving Kylie’s naked tits exposed. Aware that at any moment, another waitress or some of the club-goers might pass by and see her writhing there under Tessa’s beautiful torment, Kylie swallowed nervously.

  The vampire lowered her face to Kylie’s breasts. First she kissed one taut pink nipple delicately, then snuck her tongue out to tease the flush little peak. Kylie wanted to moan but she held back until Tessa closed her cool, wet mouth over the stiff bud and sucked at it. Gentle and adoring, the tip of her tongue caressed the pert flesh with slow, wonderful pleasure. Kylie only barely managed to turn her groans of bliss into a sharp inhale of breath as she arched her back in delight.

  Then Tessa’s fangs, delicate but sharp, pierced the tender nipple, and it was all Kylie could do not to let out a sudden shriek. Instead she bucked against the vampire, lifting her hips from the leather cushions to press herself hard against Tessa’s hand, squeezing her eyes shut against tears. She was ready to burst at the mingling of sweet and stinging bliss of those fierce teeth.

  Tessa’s other hand shot out and closed on Kylie’s throat, and the vampire held her against the couch with an unyielding, authoritative strength. She sucked harder, making it a mean throb, tongue darting over the sore, bleeding, beautifully aching nipple. At the same time she thrust two long fingers into Kylie’s yielding cunt. Her palm pressed down on Kylie’s clitoris and sending a swell of climactic pleasure through Kylie’s whole body.

  “Good girl,” the vampire murmured, voice husky and full of rich, sweet enjoyment. She made a show of licking the blood from Kylie’s aching nipple, teasing and flirting with it, making the bite sting. “Do you feel good, sweetness?”

  Kylie nodded frantically, breathing hard, rocking her hips in time to Tessa’s gratifying strokes.

  “You can moan now, if you like,” the vampire taunted.

  “Oh.” Kylie breathed finally. “Oh, God... it’s good. It’s so good...”

  Tessa gave her nipple another long, lovely caress with her tongue, kissed it again, sucked it until Kylie groaned at the mingled bliss and sore, stinging pain. Her palm gyrated against the mound of Kylie’s cunt in slow, beautiful circles while her fingers worked skillfully in her wet, tight entrance. It made Kylie moan, long and loud and heedless of their surroundings. Kylie brought up her hands, sore from being clenched against the couch until little half-moons showed red on her palms, and buried them instead in her own hair.

  “Do you want to come?” Tessa asked playfully.

  “God, yes, please. You have no idea... I don’t... I can’t...”

  She moaned again, pressing into Tessa’s body.

  “It’s never felt so good before!” she whispered. “Please, yes!”

  The vampire’s grin was sharp.

  “No”

  At the same time, she quickened her pace. Kylie felt a swell of pleasure and groaned.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “No,” Tessa insisted. Her hand went faster, stroking Kylie’s pussy feverishly, sliding fingers in and out as taut muscles thrilled, the pleasure starting to mount.

  “Don’t come,” she whispered, green eyes gleaming. Kylie groaned unhappily in response, rocking hips in desperate need.

  “Don’t come!” The vampire snapped.

  “Then stop!” Kylie gasped. “I’m going to—I can feel it—”

  Before she could, the vampire withdrew from her pussy and dug her nails into the flesh of Kylie’s thigh, biting down again on her throbbing nipple. This time Kylie did scream, a wild, shocked sound, but one full of longing and joy. Even though Tessa had withdrawn, Kylie felt her body tighten anxiously, quaking in desperate dissatisfaction, denied. She almost thought she was going to come anyway, the quivering sensation almost tipping her toward completion, and wonderful, terrible sensation that thrilled her with fear.

  “Why?” she panted at Tessa. “I was so close.”

  “I know,” Tessa murmured. She ran the backs of her knuckles almost affectionately against Kylie’s bloodied breast. “I’m simply not ready to give you satisfaction. I want one more bite first. And before I get that...”

  She slid one knee up on the cushions, spreading her legs so Kylie could see the black lace panties under her gold dress. With fingers still wet from Kylie’s slick cunt, she nudged aside the panties and idly toyed with her own dark, pert clit.

  “I want you to do a little something for me.”

  Kylie stared at her. Quietly understanding, she leaned forward to slide between Tessa’s thighs, and bent to lick the vampire’s cunt.

>   Tessa let out a long, happy sigh as Kylie’s tongue slid smoothly along the folds of her sex. She was good and wet. Kylie moaned at the taste of her, deliciously bittersweet and strong. The scent of her beautiful, slick opening was visceral and exciting. Kylie took her time to explore the vampire’s delicate labia, eagerly kissing, hungrily licking up the lush taste of dewy arousal. When she’d at last lapped Tessa’s pussy entirely clean, her tongue centered on the stiff, swollen bead of the vampire’s clitoris while she brought up two fingers to slide deep into Tessa’s body.

  Tessa moaned now, softly but full of delight. One hand tangled in Kylie’s hair and pressed her closer. Bobbing the head of the other woman’s clit under her tongue, Kylie quickened her pace, sliding fingers in matching rhythm. Her own pussy throbbed with aching need, still unfulfilled.

  “Oh,” the vampire murmured. “Oh, yes... get those jeans off, take them off. I want to taste your pretty cunt, sweetness.”

  They shifted together, Kylie rolling onto her back as Tessa helped her kick off her boots and slide her jeans off her legs. The vampire stretched out on top of her as Kylie wrapped her arms up and around her slim waist, thrusting her tongue up into Tessa’s sweet pussy. She gasped as she suddenly felt Tessa plunge fangs into the soft warmth of her outer labia. The sensation was piercing and somehow utterly beautiful. The pain sang through her in indescribable pleasure. Out of sheer hungry, gritty, animal arousal, she returned the favor, biting the flush, dark swell of the vampire’s lovely cleft. She could never do it hard enough to draw blood, but with a shocked and delighted shriek, Tessa arched up, throwing her head back in joy.

  “Oh, that’s it!” she exclaimed. “Oh, little Kylie, that’s it, you’ve got it. Oh, yes, honey... just like that, and I promise I will make you feel so, so good.”

  In response Kylie dug her nails into the flesh of Tessa’s thighs, pulling the vampire down harder and tonguing her almost violently. The vampire went down on her again, first kissing the wound she’d made, then sucking hungrily at it, then strumming Kylie’s pink clit between two fingers and sending rapturous pleasure through Kylie’s whole body.

  “Make me come, mortal,” she gasped between kisses on Kylie’s thrumming, excited cunt. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

  Kylie licked her more vigorously, alternating strokes between swift, bobbing glances against her clit and deep, hungry thrusts inside. The vampire moaned and wriggled happily on top of her, teasing Kylie’s pussy until it happened. Kylie recognized the sudden tension, the deep quiver in her partner’s thighs that said orgasm was coming. The vampire uttered one last, lusty groan before bending to bury her face in Kylie’s cunt, and Kylie sensed the hard, rigid tension of self-denial. Tessa was holding off her own climax until she could make Kylie come at the same time.

  It didn’t take long. Kylie arched underneath Tessa as the vibrant crescendo of orgasm crashed over her. She started shaking, her pussy convulsing. She felt a hot gush of wetness let go—good Lord, she had never done that before!—and Tessa pressed against her harder still, drinking up the flood of her juices just as the vampire’s own climax hit and Kylie pressed her mouth close against the slick orifice, thrusting her tongue deep into the clutching, contracting muscles. They both gave up moans of joy, muffled against each other’s bodies. For Kylie the sensation seemed to go on and on, rising, climbing, and crashing in indescribable fury, until she lost track of herself and simply drowned in the feeling. She let herself go, clinging desperately to her lover’s body.

  Soon enough, Tessa slid off her, circling to lie with her on the couch, smiling down at her.

  “How was that, sweetness?” she whispered, nuzzling Kylie’s throat. “Do you feel good, as you hoped you would?”

  “Yes,” Kylie whispered happily. “Oh, God, yes... you can’t imagine how good it felt.”

  “Do you feel real now?”

  At that, Kylie laughed. “No,” she said. “No, not even a little. None of it feels real at all. But...” She met those green eyes, aching from the pleasure and the pain. “I liked it.”

  “Good,” Tessa purred.

  “Can I... can we do this again?”

  Tessa’s smile turned up a little, and she shook her head.

  “I’m afraid not, sweetness. You forgot what I told you.”

  “What?” Kylie asked. The vampire’s tone made her heart sink. She wasn’t sure how she’d manage if she had to go back to that straight, gray world outside, the aimlessness of wandering restless through the streets and never knowing how to feel like this.

  “You are prey to me.” Tessa purred. “We eat humans. It’s called ‘the food chain’.”

  Kylie stared at her. Her mouth dropped open, but nothing came out.

  After a few moments, she took a deep breath. “Well,” she said softly. “You did by me a drink...”

  And you did so much more.

  She turned her face away from the vampire, and the sensation of Tessa’s beautiful fangs sunk into her flesh one last time.

  ***

  When she woke up, it was dark, and she was outside, far, far away from the city. The smell of damp earth and vibrant green grass surrounded her. Rain fell on her naked skin. Welcome. Cold. Invigorating.

  Kylie opened her eyes to see a pile of fresh dirt beside her. A little ways from that, a rough disturbance in the earth—some kind of burrowing. Past that, a tombstone.

  She hadn’t meant to end up in a graveyard. Yet¸ here she was.

  “Are you looking for someone, sweetness?”

  She pushed herself up from the ground—she was in some sort of flimsy white shift, and barefoot. It seemed oddly like a baptismal arrangement. As she lifted her head up—Lord, her neck hurt—she saw Tessa sitting primly on the back of one of the headstones, lovely long legs crossed. She wore black leather leggings and a flowing white blouse dappled see-through by the rain. She leaned forward, elbows on her knee, chin in hands, looking down at Kylie in the grass.

  “I’ve been waiting, you know,” she murmured. “I’m not a very patient person. You could have been a bit quicker about it.”

  Kylie stood up, shaky. Her hand went to her throat. There was a nest of scar tissue there, ugly and twisted under her fingers.

  And there was no pulse.

  “The scar will fade soon enough,” Tessa said. She grinned widely. “All your scars will fade soon enough.”

  When Kylie found her voice again, it was hoarse. “I thought you said—”

  “I said a lot of things, sweetness.”

  The vampire slid off the headstone and sauntered over to her. Running one hand through Kylie’s long, unbound hair—still tangled, with clumps of dirt and loose blades of grass in it—she leaned in and stole a kiss.

  “One of them was that when we like a human, we make them like us.”

  “So I’m—”

  “You’re real now, little Kylie.” Tessa purred. She kissed her again, and this time Kylie felt the other woman’s tongue run across her teeth, perfectly straight except for two sharper, vicious, thirsty canines, like animal fangs.

  With a happy moan, Kylie melted against her vampire. She was sharply aware how good it felt to touch Tessa’s cool skin, to feel the weight of her, firm and solid and wonderful, against her own vibrantly thrumming body. To know the pleasure they had shared, all the true, deep joy she had felt in Tessa’s arms in The Graveyard, would now go on forever.

  “Now you are very, very real.”

  In the Cover

  of

  Darkness

  by

  L.B. Shire

  Chapter One

  Serena St. James, Seri for short, crouched beside the dresser in the darkened room. An unknown man with a soiled dove from the saloon below was in the throws of passion upon the bed across the room. A candle on the bedside table illuminated the russet-haired woman’s generous breasts as she arched her back. She moaned and writhed beneath the expanse of the man’s broad shoulders. His heavily muscled arms bulged on each side of her a
s he pumped his seed into her core at a frenzied tempo.

  “God—oh god,” the woman cried out and clutched at the bed sheets. Her head was thrown back, her face drawn tight with unleashed passion. “Mordecai.” The man’s name came out a sigh on her painted ruby lips.

  This man—Mordecai she’d called him—placed an affectionate kiss on the woman’s forehead before removing his shaft from her center. He sat upright at the edge of the bed. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened across his torso and his cock, which shined with a mixture of his and his lover’s juices. His raven hair hung about his shoulders, his jaw strong and rigid. Along with his cock once again, Seri noted with wide-eyed interest. He’s a handsome man, in a dark and dangerous way. If only that was me laying beside him. A sudden jab of jealousy hit her.

  Her breasts tingled, and her most private areas clinched with need. Watching these lovers had sent her body into a whirlwind. She’d never been loved by anyone with that kind of passion. Her deceased husband had been a distant, cold lover. She’d always been thankful when he was done with the deed.

  Damn, I need to get out of here. Anxiety clenched her stomach. She scanned the room. There’d be no escape until the couple decided to leave. God knows when that’ll be. The lovers looked quite content where they were.

  Seri had been searching the room for a place to hide when Mordecai and the whore’s voices uprooted her plans. She’d spotted her bully of a brother-in-law enter the saloon below and she’d dashed upstairs to hide. When the couple had entered the room, she’d been forced to remain, cowering next to this dresser to watch with wide-eyed interest as this man made love to the whore.

  The images of his long, lean body over the woman, the experienced way he handled her while he drove his cock into her center, would forever be stuck in her mind. For one so big and dangerous, he treated the woman with nothing but tenderness.

  “Celia, I need to feed now.”