Pn1

by U

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  was doing or if she was even working with a plan or simply going

  wild from the surges of energy and power rippling in her muscles,

  needing an outlet instead of consuming themselves.

  He could give her an outlet, but anyone near her could be the brunt

  of her devouring repercussions. He'd seen female vampires pull out

  the eyes of lovers during the change. Insects during mating had

  nothing on female vampires coming into their own or coming of age;

  but, there was one grunt left.

  If Jason disposed of the lumpy bench, the other grunt would enter

  the room without suspicion. Between Jason and him, they could pin

  the two together until she was fully satiated and power shot through

  the base of her spine, igniting all her passion into one source. The

  grunt might explode from the exchange, but then Constantine could

  take the next step with her and try and claim her as his own.

  With her on his side, the council would have to elect him overlord

  of Rome. No one would be a match if she was his mate, and a woman

  with power lust as strong as hers would be crazy to turn away the

  chance of a lifetime, even an eternal one.

  She could be co-ruler over Roman Vampires. Nothing in L.A.

  would ever come close, and she'd have him; he didn't think the lust

  was one way. His body would be hers whenever and however she

  wanted it as long as no lackeys were around.

  He let his nails pierce into his buttocks. Focus, he had to focus.

  She overbeat his brain, making him space out into passionate dreams

  when he could still lose it all, lose her. Being vampiric was only the

  beginning; he needed her tamed back into a semi-social animal that

  would heed to him, or fake it in public.

  He forced himself out of his reverie resplendent with images of her

  naked body conforming to let him in when he heard the telltale shuffle

  of Jason's walk. Grudgingly he got up, but kept her in his side view.

  She was making headway with getting some of the rope threads to

  fray and snap.

  Many more strands contained her, but he did appreciate the effort

  she put into it. It was good Jason had gotten the marine quality rope

  intended for keeping boats in place. He didn't want to see how

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  quickly she would make mincemeat out of decorative rope or where

  she would stuff the shredded pieces of rope.

  "Dispose of the body without the other grunt knowing, then bring

  him to me."

  Jason sniffed the air. "Do you want him revved up?"

  Constantine smirked. "Tell him he's about to get what's coming to

  him for taking part in the operations, a little early payment. That

  should stoke him. He's seen her, right?"

  Jason nodded. "I showed him the picture you took."

  Constantine's smirk turned into tight lips. "Then he'll be very

  excited about getting his hands on my woman."

  "I can't keep an eye on all three of you. You sure you ready to do

  this?" Jason took hold of the grunt's feet and started hefting him down

  the hall.

  "Little choice. We have to speed things up and she's heated. If she

  doesn't want him, we off him and wait until she calms down then I'll

  have to chance it with her." Constantine kicked the grunt in the head.

  Jason looked over his shoulder, dragging the sack of bones behind

  him. "Going with the setup you planned?"

  "I'll hold her up you keep the grunt from running and place him at

  her heels in sacrifice, should help appease her long enough for us to

  get into place. Have him come in his underwear to confuse her, and

  tell him whatever you need to get him ready to fuck her."

  Constantine returned to pacing in a wide circle around her. He

  hoped for the grunt's sake she did off him, because after she fucked

  him, if she fucked him, he'd have no remorse in biting the guy's head

  off. She was his, and only his. No one got to touch her or come in

  her but him, no one. If she wasn't so dangerous right now he'd do the

  deed himself, but a dead vampire couldn't be a contender for Rome

  and the outlying European cities.

  At least the grunt might get in a good orgasm before dying, not a

  bad way to go all things considered. Grunts didn't have the best track

  record in longevity and could die permanently with a lot less

  enjoyment. Constantine wiped the blood off his boot as memorial

  proof to just what a grunt could experience. Did these grunts really

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  think they could rise in the chain of command so easily with so little

  effort on their own part?

  He stuffed the growls slipping past his lips back into his throat; he

  heard two approaching. It was time. Looking over at her, he

  marveled at her tenacity. She bled from her head but still lunged at

  the rope. Maybe she was even trying to tear out her own hair to get

  free.

  Her clumsy actions made it hard to know what the goal was, but

  she was a gorgeous animal, so taut and lively. His cock grew

  watching her, another animal he had to tame back right now. It wasn't

  his turn to approach her yet and beg for safe release.

  He pressed his shoulder blades together and hunched his neck;

  Jason and crew were approaching. Steady, he could feel his fists

  aching to feel the bones of the lackey's nose. Keeping his back to

  them until the hair's on the back of his neck stiffened, he slipped his

  canines back into his mouth and stuffed his hands in his pockets. The

  stiffness of the leather was a reminder he had to keep it in his pants

  and skin, no matter how happy the hireling might be.

  True to his disgust, the man in front of Jason swaggered into the

  room around Constantine, eyeing Helena up, confirming with his eyes

  that the rope was still keeping her linked to the ceiling.

  * * * *

  Helena's eyes stopped roaming and began tracking new movement.

  She sniffed. Not as good smelling as the tall one, but not far from

  good. Her tongue tested the air he sullied. Letting saliva wash over

  her tongue, she swallowed; he would do until she could get the tall

  one in her grip then the hunger would stop. The tall one had all she

  needed, but he was mean and kept away from her claws.

  * * * *

  Constantine bristled, his muscles waiting to spring, but Jason

  moved between him and the prop to prevent Constantine from

  dismembering the plan before she had her chance. Constantine swore

  under his breath at Jason for being right, and at himself for being

  unprofessional. This was his operation and his best chance. But with

  that swagger, if she didn't finish him off from the world of the half-

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  living, he would, mercilessly, for the sheer audacity of thinking he had

  anything to offer her but a workable tool.

  He stole over to her side in steady, small steps, as her attention

  turned onto the new guy whose groin was pulsing. Constantine told

  himself she would have gone for any obvious movement in her state,

  but that didn't stop him from wanting to tear off his own clothes to

  prove to her he was just as well adorned. What stopped him was fear

  that she might tear off his ad
ornment as a new chew toy.

  The minion stopped outside of her pouncing radius, and looked

  around.

  Jason kept behind him, arms ready to steady any fast fleeing

  movement. "If you are looking for a weapon, you are out of luck.

  You'll have to prove how manly you are on your own. You aren't

  scared of a female, are you?"

  Constantine held back his laugh. Anyone not scared for her was a

  lunatic and deserved to die to stop inflicting his or her stupidity on the

  world.

  "No, but," the grunt chattered, "what..."

  "Silence." Jason planted his palms on the man's shoulders.

  "Talking will only anger her, look she wants you." He pushed the man

  to his knees, and with a heel in the small of the back pushed him into

  her prancing arena.

  Constantine twitched, he wanted to be the first one to touch or be

  touched by her.

  "Hey," his mouth hung open when she looked down at him. She

  jolted off her toes, going for his throat.

  The grunt tried to twist to the side in a roll, but Jason jumped his

  feet to either side of the man's hips, keeping him pinned.

  Helena grabbed the man by the collarbone and yanked him to his

  feet, picking him up off the ground so she could gauge the size of his

  cock.

  Jason braced himself so she could push the grunt against him as a

  vertical bed and lessen the weight she had to bear.

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  She rammed her body into the grunt, clawing at his eyes and face

  while slaking her hands down the sides of his torso and making

  mincemeat out of the briefs.

  Constantine glided in behind her, and lifted her up by her

  underarms so she could focus on devouring the lackey and not worry

  about her footing.

  She started to fight back, kicking Constantine between his legs and

  trying to bite his arms, but the scent of the near-naked man's fear

  mixed with precum overruled and she let Constantine hold her in

  place so she could bite through the fabric hiding her prize possession

  from view.

  Constantine looked over her shoulder at Jason, the man scrunched

  his face and grimaced at the grim task of holding the weight of two

  others and still remain standing. Constantine tried to increase his pull

  on Helena's arms to lessen Jason's work.

  She began to snarl until Jason pushed the man to match

  Constantine's efforts, keeping him in her grasp.

  Helena's nails picked away the underwear and took some of his

  scrotum with it.

  The guy screeched.

  She licked at the tattered fabric, worrying the skin off it with her

  teeth, and swallowing the bloody flakes with added cotton.

  Constantine felt the muscles of her back spasm.

  She arched her head back, howling while pressing her ass against

  his sac.

  Her cheeks puffed, absorbing her feast's scent. Her own body

  excreted a smell that nibbled away at Constantine's willpower. She

  marked them all as hers.

  Constantine only had a problem with Jason and the grunt being

  included.

  Her head dove forward and she latched onto one of the grunt's

  nipples, slicing through it with her incisors, then spitting it out in the

  man's face.

  The man erupted into a steady stream of screeches. Constantine

  caught the change in scents; she smelled ripe and ready from the

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  rising yells of the man. Constantine forced his legs together to keep

  his cock firmly between his legs and away from her.

  Helena started to lick the blood oozing from the man's chest. The

  lackey's head battered Jason in the solar plexus and his feet went wild

  kicking at her and Jason with free abandon.

  Jason audibly winced and kneed the man in the back for every kick

  he received. "God damn, it, take it like a man, you little schmuck."

  Helena looked up at the non-guttural sounds.

  Jason shut up.

  Her body prickled and she growled.

  Jason reacted by pushing the grunt deeper into her chin.

  She turned her dripping fangs onto the lackey and chewed off the

  other nipple, taking it fully into her this time, letting her saliva drip

  over to cause pinkish trickles of blood down his torso.

  The lackey's body shook, as if seizuring. His tongue pressed his

  mouth open to keep air circulating in and out of his mouth.

  "We can't let the idiot pass out from pain. She wants him alive and

  kicking," Constantine hissed at Jason.

  "Got it." Jason grabbed the man by the neck and held him up one-

  handed while his other hand reached into his pocket and took out a

  packet. Gingerly tearing it open with his teeth, he peppered the man's

  mouth and nose with smelling salts.

  Helena and the man started sneezing in unison; her drool splattered

  his face then she head butted him in anger.

  Constantine felt her anger when her head came back, preparing to

  impale the man, and half dislocated his jaw.

  "Fuck." Constantine tried to fume silently.

  Her body stopped moving.

  Jason and Constantine looked at each other, bracing. Even the

  lackey stopped his moans, terrorized by her sudden stillness. The

  only audible sound was the hook in the metal track and the rope

  twisting.

  Helena sprung, her hands seizing the man's cock and pulling him up

  into the air by the cock alone. Now the room was full of noise, and all

  coming from the man who dangled by a cock.

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  Unprepared for her to jump into the air, Constantine's wrists nearly

  broke from the change in force before he figured out what her body

  intended.

  Her legs kicked open and she landed in a split on the man, her hand

  preventing the man's dick from breaking by guiding it up into her

  through her generous juices.

  Jason and Constantine stumbled, managing to keep the two together

  by bruising tendons in the process, knowing damage would be

  repaired while she recuperated from the blood ritual.

  Her weight caused the man's legs and ankles to buckle into the

  cement in a bone splitting crunch.

  Jason kept the man angled upwards from the floor

  Constantine slipped his hands under her breasts to carry her upper

  body weight and help her suspend to hit just the right spots.

  She didn't seem to care that the man's eyes glazed over then the lids

  shut, vomit spewing out of his mouth before he went completely limp.

  Jason struggled with the dead weight, pushing the man's head into

  an unnatural position, but Helena didn't appear phased by lack of

  stamina anymore.

  Her pelvis jutted up and down, the cock burrowing up into her then

  pulling free save the very tip. Hip rocking twisted and bent the dick

  but no sounds of complaint came even when it started to go flaccid.

  Her fury stuttered and jabbing her clit into male hair, exciting and

  swelling her bits until even Constantine could see them when he

  looked over her shoulder longingly, her clit so clearly free of the hood

  and swollen that she could vie with a newborn human male for size.

  Heat crackled off her in electrical waves that shocked Constantine


  up and down his cock. His dick refused to stay hidden and attempted

  to find release through his pants to get to her ass.

  "Constantine." Jason barked quietly but with a cold steadiness that

  would accept no excuses.

  Constantine grumbled and pierced his lip with an incisor to move

  his bodily focus upwards. The air around him wavered, heating to a

  radiant level as he watched in awe as she bucked into a frenzy,

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  droplets of her juices and saliva going in all directions. She humped

  the man's cock until her spine shot straight up and her legs shook.

  Sweat formed on Jason and Constantine by her nearness. Sound

  vibrated out her throat and hit both their skulls.

  Jason let the body hit the floor, the cock pulling out of her and

  falling at an odd angle, held on only by a sheath of skin.

  Constantine held her limp growing body against his stomach. "Pile

  up the pillows so we can lie her down. She won't be coming too any

  time soon, not until the power has finished rewriting her circuitry."

  "If it rewrites her circuitry." Jason stacked the piles as ordered.

  "It will." Constantine laid her down on her stomach so she wouldn't

  overheat. "It will."

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  CHAPTER FOUR

  Helena was sure she was hallucinating or succumbing to a fever.

  She wanted to claw her own skin off for itching so badly, but she felt

  too tired to flex her wrists let alone bend her fingers. Her insides

  shrank, organs being wrung dry and withering so her muscles had

  building supplies to layer new muscle on old until her skin stretched

  so tight a quarter could bounce off her.

  Heat built up inside her, tanning her flesh into leather against her

  bones and tendons. Waves of energy rippled between muscle and

  skin, dying to find a target that wasn't her. If only she could move

  long enough for her hand to find contact with something else.

  Maybe she was in an oven being tortured to death for a final feast,

  because she thought she was going to burst into flames. When she

  couldn't take any more heat or pressure somewhere a valve opened

  and all her pent up force scorched the pathway of her spine jetting out

  the base in a torrent of power that made her pussy throb from the

  passage.

  Lightning fizzled through her being, altering her aura to increase in