Raven Walks

by Ginger Voight

  Raven shuddered against her at the power of her command, and uncharacteristically he complied. His hand slipped around her waist and into the slit of her dress, where he realized that she wore nothing underneath. He whispered her name in her ear as his fingers dove in between the sweet part of her legs where she was wet and ready for him to explore. Constantine parted her thighs with his knee and Raven’s fingers disappeared up inside of her, making her cry out in pleasure.

  They did not care they were in the middle of the dance floor, and other vampires circled around them in their own erotic dances, turned on by what they saw and wanting to see more.

  All Raven could think about was her tight, hot pussy grasping his fingers and the very real volt it sent through his whole body. He could almost imagine what it would feel like to shove his cock up inside of her, and the thought made him impossibly hard in his tight leather pants.

  Impatiently he grabbed the belt on Constantine’s pants. He slid it from its loops, fumbled only momentarily with the button of his pants and then pushed down the zipper. The hard shaft fell right into his master’s hand, and Constantine gasped out loud as Raven grasped it purposely and guided him right to her waiting hole.

  Her leg wrapped around his hip so that he could enter her right there in the middle of the crowd. Constantine followed her lead and began to pump slowly inside her while Raven’s fingers danced over the sensitive head of her clitoris. The loud music drowned out her cries of pleasure as she came right then and there. She reached behind her to pull Raven’s head into her neck, but instead of biting her he sucked her skin into his mouth while she shuddered all around Constantine’s hard, throbbing cock.

  Raven lifted her ass into both of his hands and spread her wide for Constantine’s demanding thrusts. The small audience that surrounded them on the dance floor watched transfixed as he openly fucked her right there for all to see. She glanced down to watch that thick meat slide in and out of her and it nearly sent her over the edge all over again.

  Then she finally realized they stood in a very public circle, and the males around them had released their own hard cocks and were stroking themselves off in the same rhythm she was being fucked. She cried out and came hard all over Constantine, who bucked even harder – riding her to his own explosive orgasm.

  She seemed to vibrate around him in a thousand different little shudders that sent a million little electrical sensations over the sensitive head of his cock all the way down his shaft to his balls. His fangs bared he dove in to satisfy his blood lust as he spent his load inside this willing, strange but incredible cunt.

  Only it wasn’t her virgin neck he penetrated, but Raven’s. The taste of his blood on Constantine’s lips made him cum at once into Gina as each drop exploded on his tongue in a psychedelic kaleidoscope more intense than the effects of any drug.

  Seeing Constantine at Raven’s neck made her whimper for more. Just hearing him suck from the vampire behind her made her pussy clamp down tighter on his cock. Why were they making her wait?

  After a moment, Constantine stumbled backward away from both of them, his cock softening and Raven’s blood dripping from his fangs. Raven eased her feet back on the floor as he turned her around into the circle of his arms.

  She spied the dark red blood as it dribbled from the two puncture holes in his neck. She reached forward, mouth open, but Raven instead pulled back her head with a firm hair tug, and planted a hard, demanding kiss on her lips.

  It didn’t spark like before, but it certainly felt like no kiss they’d ever before experienced. His long tongue reached deep in her mouth and she crushed herself against him, offering him her body while he took possession of her mouth.

  His hands slid down her body to cup her ass in both hands, and then back up again to wind themselves in her hair. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her... to taste her.

  From behind she felt long, strong fingers open her long skirt as they rubbed up her thighs. Raven kissed his way down her body until he knelt down in front of her, and tossed his jacket free. His long hair hung over his bare shoulders as he stared up at her with those bottomless brown eyes. He ran fingers up each leg from ankle to thigh, and her legs trembled as she spread herself for him.

  He never broke their gaze as his fingers traveled back and forth over the highly charged nerves of her throbbing pussy. He finger fucked her slowly and deliberately until she was screaming and bucking against his hands.

  She was a puppet to their mastery as lovers and authors of seduction.

  When his mouth clamped over her engorged clit she thought she might just black out. His serpentine tongue circled around her, over her, across back and forth relentlessly orgasm after orgasm until she was begging him to fuck her. She needed to feel him inside of her.

  He stood slowly, rising up against her body like a shadow, until his mouth landed on hers and she could taste herself on his lips. She felt those same strong hands reach around to unfasten Raven’s pants and release his thick, hard meat. She opened her legs as she felt Constantine guide his master’s cock toward her quivering pussy.

  The minute Raven sunk into her he thought he might die from sheer pleasure at the very edge of pain. His cock came alive inside her pussy walls as electricity danced over each and every nerve’s end. As he began stroking in and out of her, the friction just heightened the sensation.

  He lost himself in her deep green eyes as he rode her, a slave to her passion. In her eyes he saw a longing he clearly recognized, but he knew he could not drink of her blood.

  The moment her blood mixed with his would be the beginning of his death.

  She was at the very edge of danger for them now, but she was still dangerous.

  Like a gun with only a couple of bullets left.

  So as he fucked her he concentrated on every other sensation.

  The way she felt tight around his dick.

  The way her eyes looked, half-open and cloudy with a passion for him that was more than she probably expected.

  The way her milky white breasts bounced with each powerful stroke, as he endeavored to get deeper inside her with every thrust.

  The sparks between them felt like a bunch of tiny fingers all over every inch of him, from his mouth and lips right down to the head of his cock.

  He thrust into her harder, pushing her back against Constantine’s naked, growing cock. With every stroke he felt like his entire body had been asleep and was just now waking up to her touch.

  Constantine reached around her and grabbed Raven’s ass in both hands, urging his master to fuck her harder while he rubbed himself against the curve of her ass. He watched other couples fucking on the dance floor, having turned the entire thing into a full-fledged orgy, and he desperately wanted to shove himself up into her tight ass... but he wanted his master to get his first.

  He had renewed him with the gift of his blood, and it was the least that Constantine could do, to offer up this unusual human to him and him alone just once this lustful evening.

  He had the feeling his time would come.

  Raven began to fuck her faster, due to Constantine’s urging and her loud pleas. The harder he plowed into her, the more he felt the lightning between them grow. But he couldn’t let that stop him now. He had to have her, and nothing aside from his skin peeling from his body was going to stop him.

  So he pressed her more on Constantine’s body as he drove himself into her with powerful, masterful strokes. When Constantine pulled Raven’s head forward by winding his long strong fingers in his master’s hair, to kiss her deep and hard, it was Constantine’s fangs he felt pierce into his skin.

  As he felt his blood splash into Constantine’s mouth he couldn’t hold back anymore. He shoved himself deep inside of Gina and came so hard Constantine had to keep holding him up.

  When he finally could step away and pull himself from her body, he realized everyone in the club was fucking around them, and no longer paying any attention to them at all. He, Gina and Constantine stumbled acr
oss to the bar, where Xavier sat jacking off as he watched the incredibly lustful scene.

  He smiled at Gina when she took her seat at the bar. “Want some of this now?”

  “She’s ours,” Raven told him decisively as he positioned himself between Xavier and Gina. What he had wanted to say was, “She’s mine”, but he somehow expected that was not her purpose for her very skillful, and very public, seduction of the both of them.

  But as he looked into her eyes, there was something more. He said nothing as he stroked the hair from her face with a gentle fingertip, then pulled her into the crook of her arm while they watched the people participating in carnal activities all over the dance floor.

  He ran his fingers along her scalp as they looked on. Women and women, women and men, even a couple of guys were all fucking their brains out under the bright strobe lights to a soundtrack that had not yet stopped.

  Cocks disappeared into tight little pussies, mouths bobbed on thick, stiff shafts. Fingers and tongues probed inside of wet little holes and enormous dicks stuffed themselves in tight little asses. Tongues, fingers, hands all explored over naked flesh while moans and cries of pleasure rose in a chorus from all over the club.

  Constantine began to stroke off as he watched, and when Raven looked down at Gina he realized she wasn’t watching the sexy scene before her.

  She was looking into his eyes.

  He reached down for another kiss, so tender as his full lips parted and his mouth covered hers. And as his tongue slipped between her lips he felt himself stir once more – only not just physically.

  He took her hand and led her silently back to their quarters.

  Constantine followed obediently.

  It was there where morning found the tired, sated huntress as she sat on the edge of the bed where her vampire lovers slept.

  She knew that the Creature would now not be able to resist her now.

  And she was ready.

  She sipped from a bottle of water and she waited.

  Chapter Twenty-Three: The Devil’s Son

  The wind began to howl early that afternoon, heralding an incoming storm. Gina could hear the thunder roll in the distance, and the weather warnings from the radio barely touched her ears. Tornadoes were the least of her worries.

  She tipped another bottle and let the liquid pour down her throat. She may not have known how to battle a vampire-warlock, but she was willing to bet her life on the fact he didn’t know how to fight her either. She wasn’t like any human he’d likely run across.

  At least, that was what she was counting on.

  She was sitting at the bar when Walter finally found her. He was an absolute wreck. “Gina!” he admonished at once as he gathered her up in his arms. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Preparing for battle,” she stated matter-of-fact. “Isn’t that the idea?”

  He glanced over her frame, from the tangled hair to the corset to the wrinkled skirt. “Looks like you’ve already been a few rounds.”

  She shrugged but didn’t say anything, and she didn’t look his direction.

  The only thing that assured him at all was the fact she was drinking their water. Having left untouched the one he offered her before, he wondered if she had stopped drinking it purposefully in order to get close to the vampires.

  He couldn’t stomach the thought. “Gina,” he started as he touched her arm.

  “I want you to go, Walter,” she told him in the same dull monotone.

  “Forget it,” he said right away. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

  She turned her gaze on him then. A stubborn and unyielding gaze. “He’ll never come for me if I’m not.”

  “You’re crazy,” he said. “You don’t know how to deal with this thing.”

  “Nor do you,” she pointed out. It was a gut call, but she knew by the look on his face she was right. But she also knew that if she wanted to get rid of him, she had to be straight with him. “Walter, this thing has a certain M.O. It goes after the people who both Constantine and Raven have... have been with.”

  He jumped on her hesitation. “But that couldn’t have been you.” He glanced down at the bottle in her hand. But then he took another look at her hair, her clothes, the very look in her eyes. Immediately he glanced at her neck.

  “I’m clean,” she told him as she glanced away. “It was a trap. I had no intention going any further than that.”

  He nodded but he didn’t totally buy it. She had deliberately played with fire, and there was definitely something different about her. “So what next?”

  “I wait for the Creature to come.”

  “And?”

  She shrugged. “And I wing it from there. I have all the tools, you made sure of that.”

  He didn’t buy it. She had a plan. She always had a plan. “Gina...”

  She turned to face him. “You have to go, Walter. With the storm, I expect him to get an early start.”

  He nodded. The oncoming storm looked to bring night to New Orleans early under a blanket of ominous black clouds. These types of storms were probably the reason so many vampires called the South home. They could move about freely, without any threat of the sun.

  But he still didn’t want to leave her.

  He touched her face. Words hesitated on his lips that she couldn’t allow to fall. She turned and left him standing alone at the bar.

  She stepped out into the air charged with the energy from the approaching storm. Her hair whipped around her face and she hugged herself as she set out on the street.

  People stared as they drove past, on their way to anywhere but outside. Her shoes clattered against the cement as she moved farther away from the club. Thunder grew louder and lightning lit up the darkening sky as she walked past the one of the infamous cities of the dead; an above ground cemetery filled with ornate tombs and death.

  It fit her mood.

  Rain that began softly started to assault her like sharp needles, and pea sized hail targeted her like bullets. The streets cleared as people took to their places of shelter, but Gina marched on, not even bothering to cover her head. The wind picked up speed and she could barely hear the thunder over the storm.

  Yet she felt his presence. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she could almost feel his eyes travel over her frame as he studied her from behind. It wasn’t just the storm that crackled in the air between them. It was his supernatural power as a vampire-warlock mixing with her altered chemistry from years of drinking the very thing that could kill him.

  She had been right, she thought hopefully. The only thing left was to pray that he was far more interested in vengeance than self-preservation.

  Otherwise her intention to fuck him to death would never work.

  She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she turned around to face him, but Argos looked far more degenerated than any other vampire she’d ever encountered, even when she was killing them. Her breath caught in her throat as she took it all in: the gray skin, the yellow teeth, the red, glowing eyes.

  He wore a sick smile on thin skin that should have been lips as he stopped just within the circle of her aura. He was surprised how his body reacted so close to her, this familiar looking redhead who looked raw and delicious and surprisingly unafraid.

  Maybe it was the storm, he thought as he stepped closer.

  His bones hummed and what was left of his skin felt like a hundred needles dancing lightly over him.

  She tipped her head high. “Argos,” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her.

  He gave a slight bow, a bit pleased not only that she called him by his name but that she did not seem disgusted by his appearance, nor afraid as he advanced.

  He loved a challenge.

  “My reputation precedes me,” he said with a raspy voice. Thunder punctuated his sentence but neither of them moved. “I am afraid that you have the advantage, as I do not know who you are.”

  “Yes, you do,” she corrected.

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bsp; He stepped closer, and the electricity danced between them. “You look like Abigail, but you cannot be her as I killed her just last evening.”

  She gulped but let no expression show on her face. “No, you didn’t,” she said. She’d have known. Despite it all, she’d have known. He was trying to scare her now. “Besides, Abi’s not the one you want anymore.”

  “I don’t?”

  She shook her head. “You came for me because I am the one that Raven and Constantine share now.”

  He laughed and it rattled low in his throat. “You think you’re woman enough for either of them?”

  “I think I’m woman enough for you,” she said.

  He advanced on her purposely, and ignored all the strange sensations that surged through his dead body. “We will have to see.”

  She stood absolutely still as he flew at her and grabbed her up against him. His eyes widened when he felt the sparks crackle between them, and he growled with frustration as he crushed his mouth on hers.

  Though her stomach threatened to rebel and vomit at the taste of his dead tongue in her mouth, she kissed him back just as hard – rewarded by the blue sparks that jumped between them as his skin sizzled.

  He broke apart. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded at once.

  “Too much woman for you, I guess,” she said. She ran her hand down her leg and simple pushed her skirt aside to show her nakedness underneath. “But yet Raven nor Constantine had no problem fucking me whatsoever.”

  He growled and grabbed her close again, this time ignoring the sensations as his tongue shoved deeply into her mouth until it hurt so bad he couldn’t take it anymore.

  He broke apart again and stared at her through angry, glowing eyes. Who was this unusual human? Or was she even human at all?

  “It’s a shame,” she said with mock regret as she felt his hold on her loosen. “I guess you’re just not the vampire I thought you were.” Then, more evilly, “the vampire Raven or even Constantine is, anyway.”

  That did it. He grabbed her up into his arms and took off into the night like a shot. They flew up high into the clouds, and she could feel the lightning spark all around him. She was terrified, but she refused to let him know that. She meditated to clear her mind of all thought, which made him angrier still.