Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  Monique closed her eyes and shuddered with a tumultuous orgasm. She opened them to see no sign of Jacques. She looked about frantically then gasped, arching her back when Jacques’ tongue delved into her open fleshy folds.

  Chapter 42

  Lucien was shocked to see the welcoming light from the Eternal Moon bathing him with its divine radiance. He had dreamed of taking Eternal for his own, drinking her dry and returning to his rightful place as regent of the underworld.

  She was close by and in great distress. Tendrils of her fear coiled inside his demented mind forcing out a cruel chuckle. A scowl soon shadowed his face, sensing her power gaining with every second and that power beckoned him with its ancient allure to be eternal. He wanted to scream at the sweet agony pulsing from his cruel heart. His hands trembled with the worsening blood fire.

  Lucien glanced at his watch – fuck, it was almost two in the morning. He sprang upright on the bed and looked around for Claudette. In his immediate state of panic he couldn’t sense his companions, his heart hammering painfully against his lungs. Is this the end? Will he collapse exhausted never to wake up?

  “Don’t be so pathetic,” The Count scoffed.

  He jumped to his feet and went over to the washbasin, rinsing his face to freshen up. His heart slowed down empowering his inner sense. Eternal screamed in his mind. He whirled around looking for her in the dark room and half expected her to drift from the shadows and come to him as it was meant to be. Blinking in shock, he came to his senses. He snatched his coat and rushed from the room.

  Lucien entered the café to see his friends had already chosen their meals for the night. He smiled at Jacques’ monstrous cock being pleasured by Monique’s pert mouth and Claudette fully engaged with Francois. He clicked his fingers.

  “Enough. It’s time for some real fun.” Lucien grinned with wicked delight.

  Jacques groaned out loud when Lucien pulled Monique’s head by her hair.

  “I wasn’t finished, man.” Jacques turned to Annette. “You want some?”

  Annette looked away with disgust written on her face.

  Jacques blew out his cheeks and tucked his cock away.

  Monique squealed in pain and scowled at Lucien. “What you do that for?”

  Lucien sat down at their table and snatched up the familiar bottle of wine and drank the entire contents of Chateau Dupont straight from the neck.

  Memories flooded his mind – picking ripe grapes – bullying children and elders alike to carry baskets laden with fruit – his sweet Rose in a floppy hat pruning a vine.

  Lucien looked at the bottle marked 1919 and grimaced at the fading memories. The wine warmed his stomach. He sensed his Delicate Rose was so close he could reach out and touch her. He had an image of her cloaked in darkness and the sound of horse’s hooves. But where the fuck was she? Perhaps these sweet offerings knew? That’s it! One of them knew where his mistress was. Let’s play a game. Once their blood filled his mind with their memories he will know.

  Lucien nodded to Jacques.

  Jacques held out both hands for Monique and Annette. Annette resisted but Jacques gripped her arm tightly, taking both girls out of the café into the cool night air.

  Lucien turned to the sound of Claudette in the throes of an orgasm. She was face down on the table with Francois pounding her hard and fast from behind.

  “Not yet ... a few more seconds and I’ll beeeeeeeee!” Claudette screamed out her orgasm. “Done.” She slid off Francois’ erect penis and tidied herself as best she could. She snatched up her fur coat and stretched over the bar for several bottles of Pernod and cognac.

  Lucien had an eyeful of her glistening folds still open wide from penetration. “Move it, Claudette.”

  Lucien and his two vampires walked all three vintages to the side street. They went unnoticed at this late hour. Not a single soul had dared venture forth. The village square was deathly quiet and not a light glowed from any window. Lucien sensed nothing untoward except snippets of concern from the priest in the church. His cover had worked. They crammed into the Mercedes waiting in the side street alongside the café.

  Jacques drove off across the square and out of Douvrey into the gloomy countryside. He peered in the rear view mirror at the lascivious antics of Lucien’s drunken guests. “Where to Lu ... uh boss?”

  Lucien used all his powers to detect his Delicate Rose. She was getting stronger the further from the village they went. “Just keep driving until I say stop.”

  Claudette kissed Monique with unabated passion while she poured cognac down her face, spilling most of it onto the leather seat each time Jacques hit another rut in the country lane.

  Francois sloshed Pernod on Annette’s pert breasts and licked up the sticky alcohol.

  Annette was revolted and frightened. She pushed Francois aside to ask, “Where are you taking us?”

  “Does it matter ... so long as it’s fun?” Francois said with a drunken chuckle.

  Lucien froze when Eternal’s power hit him full on. “Pull up over there, Jacques.” Lucien pointed to a suitable opening in the hedges where a five-bar gate hung askew.

  Jacques used the Mercedes to gently nudge the gate aside and drove into the field, out of sight from any inquisitive locals. He put on the handbrake and switched off the engine and headlights. Deathly silence cloaked the car.

  Annette spoke with an edge of fear in her voice. “Why have you stopped here?” She frowned. “This isn’t much of a location?”

  Monique scowled at her best friend and gave her a shove to get with it. “Don’t you go and spoil my fun like you always do.”

  Lucien turned to stare right into Annette’s soul with a lascivious grin. “What are you thinking, I wonder?” He laughed. “You look so frightened.”

  Annette grew all the more uneasy by the second, glancing sideways for a means of escape. Her heart skipped a beat, now suspecting these strangers could be the very ones who had committed the atrocities at the chateau. Then it hit her hard. “Lucien Dupont! The Moreau massacre!”

  Lucien’s smile changed to a dangerous grimace. “Oh dear, she knows who we are.” He laughed like a jackal.

  Annette trembled like a trapped bird in the jaws of a cat. She put her hand to her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

  Lucien screamed, “Not in the fucking car.”

  Claudette groaned and opened the passenger door. She slid out, dragging Francois with her.

  Annette seized the moment and dashed for freedom. She raced like a spooked deer across the field, clambered up a five-bar gate and ran into the night.

  “Fucking bitch,” Jacques called out. He kept an eye on Annette until she vanished in the darkness. Jacques rushed back to the car.

  Claudette and Francois slumped back onto the rear seat and cuddled up to a nervous Monique.

  Monique looked around for her friend. “Where’s Annette ... what have you done to her?”

  Francois plied her with Pernod, straight from the bottle. “Who cares?”

  Monique shoved the bottle away, looking extremely frightened. Her eyes darted from Francois to the open door.

  Lucien turned and gave a wicked glare to Claudette for letting the girl go. “Do that again and I’ll ....”

  Claudette smirked defiantly. “And you’ll what, Lucien?”

  Monique started to whimper with absolute terror at Jacques’ bared fangs. She crossed herself and closed her eyes.

  Francois saw Jacques and started to laugh hysterically.

  Claudette kissed him to shut him up.

  Lucien shouted, “Drive you fucking idiot. She’s a witness!”

  Chapter 43

  Night passed by The Douvrey Institute almost unnoticed. Edouard casually strolled along the corridor. He stopped to see the full moon – the Eternal Moon. His heart quickened, knowing his destiny grew closer with each beat. The asylum seemed more sinister bathed by the lustrous glow of the full moon casting its shroud of celestial light across one of the towers, pi
ercing the black mantle above with copper lightning rods. The oxide from the copper stained the conical roof with tears of green.

  And against Henri’s express wishes to spend his time with the other patients, Edouard ordered Nurse Marteau to allow entry to Eternal’s room. He immediately noticed a complete lack of bedding and no blanket across the window. He frowned and looked at Nurse Marteau.

  The ever-dependable nurse smiled serenely, locking the door with a barely-audible slide of the bolt.

  Edouard watched Eternal staring out of the window at the garden now bathed in silvery light from the full moon. He cleared his throat to attract her attention.

  Edouard stared aghast at her sallow skin, once more heavily scratched. It had aged her so drastically. He saw the hurt look flash across her face when she touched her cheeks with her trembling hand. He felt a twinge of guilt for putting her under hypnosis.

  Eternal looked away and wept. “I told you not to use your parlor tricks ... now look at me. I am so ugly. You will not want me now.” She hid her face with both hands and cried.

  “Please forgive me, Eternal ... but I had no idea the regression would have such an effect.” He touched her hair and shuddered with her power. “I will love you for eternity.” He leaned forward, grabbed her cold hands and smiled into her haggard face. The surge shocked him rigid. “Edouard wants you more than ever, Eternal.” He kissed her tears flowing down her face.

  Eternal’s dark eyes smiled sadly. “My time is so close. You must stop him or we will be doomed to everlasting oblivion, hunting his demons for eternity.”

  He sat next to her on the bare mattress and kept a hold of her hand. “Tell me more about this Lucien? Does he have a weakness?”

  “He hates all that is female and despises us for the power we have over men.” She sighed with fond memories. “At first he was a sweet boy. He would pick flowers, help with my household chore, he actually loved me.” Eternal snarled with anger. “But with each full moon, he grew more jealous while I grew stronger. Although The Count held sway over his soul, he could do nothing but wait for the Eternal Hour.” She smiled sadly into those eyes of jade. “He will suffer an exquisitely painful death without my blood.”

  Edouard thought of the dark dreams that had plagued him these last few weeks. He vaguely recalled a tall dark figure drinking the blood from the most beautiful woman. The blood feasting and sexual rituals caused him to stir down below. The dark figure had to be Lucien. It would seem he was linked to Eternal and her nemesis in a far more celestial way which implied this was his destiny. There was one way to find out for sure.

  He released her hand, put on his lyrical voice and forced Eternal to watch his waving hand.

  She struggled. “No, Edouard!”

  “I must repair the damage ... you agree?” He was gratified by her nod. Reciting his sea poem, he slowly lulled her into a trance-like sleep.

  Eternal closed her heavy eyelids and rested her chin on her chest.

  “Has Eternal always been your real name?”

  “Yes ... it is my otherworldly name ... from the dark place where others like me wait for the Eternal Moon to give us birth. It is such a rare event and we are so few.”

  “Can you give me The Count’s real name?”

  Eternal moaned as if in pain. “He has assumed many names. He was Agamemnon to my Helen and your Paris. He swept through the centuries of Pharaohs causing chaos and destruction as B.... They had a name for him ... Ba ... no, I cannot say his name ... we met many times since ... Julius was so cruel and hateful. He saw the way Cleopatra became empowered with my muse and demanded my blood once too often.” She giggled. “I set in motion his death at the hands of his Senators.” She gasped. “As a cruel joke The Count possessed his closest friend. Marc Antony slaughtered countless thousands as The Count. He too tried to take my muse but I escaped to leave him die by his own sword. Better that than suffer the agonies of the blood fire. History must always remain aloof to my presence.”

  Edouard looked on in amazement. “You knew Cleopatra?”

  “I was her handmaiden. I made her beautiful and irresistible ... but many times she demanded my blood, so I used my music to bend her mind. Guinevere was so sweet and easy to please but Mordred heard of my powers. You, my true love, went forth to do battle with The Count known then as Mordred the Black Knight.” Eternal paused to regain her composure. “Lucrezia Borgia, Copernicus, Titian, Elizabeth Tudor and so many more appreciated my influence ... I was free to roam the known world as a muse ... as it was meant to be ... but it was lonely without my true love.”

  Edouard knew beyond all doubt he was hearing the truth for he had fallen under her influence as easy as a cobra hypnotizes its prey. He shuddered at the thought of her full power released on the unsuspecting victim to make them see what they wanted.

  “If this Count is actually a demon then how do I kill it?”

  “You cannot kill the demon, only the host. Throughout history the most notorious killers were all hosts to demons and not even death could eradicate them.” Eternal became agitated. “The evil thoughts of mankind will always allow them entry.”

  “What happened to Eternal in the dark place?”

  Eternal squirmed and moaned. “No ... I cannot go back. They await my return with a hunger that never dies.” Eternal looked up, causing Edouard to jump in shock. “I can see the silver blade of redemption as it ... I was sent there after my death ... so long ago. It is so cold and full of torment and misery.” Eternal shuddered and cried out, shaking her head no, “I cannot return there.”

  “Is Rose still with you?”

  “What remains will cease to exist when the Eternal Hour has passed.”

  This saddened Edouard.

  Eternal uttered a dismal cry, using her inner sense to remind Edouard that this was of no importance. “You must be ready to confront The Count. His cruelty is his strength and weakness ... he fears no man, use that against him.”

  Edouard shuddered when her dark music infused him with her desperate need to become Eternal. He was enraptured by visions that foretold his eternal destiny at the precise time of her celestial birth.

  He relived Rose’s entire life from birth, through her brutal upbringing at various orphanages, her refusal to eat normal food which elicited beatings of such severity he flinched at her pain. Her childhood love for beetroot, strong red wine with raw beef made him hungry. The blood feasting when she should be experiencing her monthly menstrual cycle made him love her all the more.

  Her terror of Lucien’s vicious anger instilled in him the need to protect her. Eternal’s imprisonment in the Great North Tower and the Parisian garret shocked his mind with her misery. But most of all he was enraptured by her vampire order of things – and at the top were Eternals.

  “Only Eternals have the ability to make vampire Sucklings. The Sucklings are the enslaved, always addicted to their maker’s blood. If satisfied with a Suckling’s obedience, I may set them free as true vampire hybrids to survive on their own.”

  Edouard looked around in a daze. He gasped with shock to see dawn’s first light filtering through the window. How many hours had he been under Eternal’s spell? He looked around the room in confusion and could still see those lurid images in his mind and yet they didn’t shock or repulse him. He was immediately drawn to her dark, almond-shaped eyes burrowing into his soul.

  He stared into those wondrous pools and slowly drowned in the blackness that dwelled within. He quivered with dark delight, a chill wind from an abattoir freezing his blood and gripping his heart. A soft angelic voice spoke to him with such allure –“We are eternal.” He begged it to continue, its sweet music caressing his soul with a black lullaby of exquisite torment.

  Eternal spoke in his mind – “Edouard, my love, you must take me away from this place today.” The voice became frantic. “The Count is so close now. He will come for me and try to take my eternal power for his own. You must stop him. You must!”

  Edouard blinked back to
reality, taking her hand. “Is The Count in the village right now?” He dreaded the encounter but had no choice in the matter.

  Eternal squirmed in terror. “I can feel his hate ... he is that close.”

  Edouard looked into Eternal’s eyes with growing trepidation at what he must do. “How will I know him?” Flashing images at the florist, cemetery and the Ritz reminded him of a man heavily concealed with makeup.

  Eternal spat out the reply, “He is the Devil incarnate ... you cannot fail to recognize him, Edouard. Go now, before it is too late.”

  Edouard felt a great burden crush his heart. What if he was not up to the task? What if this brute, Lucien, killed him as easy as swatting a fly? What chance would Eternal have then? He must find the resolve to face this creature and defeat him. Edouard left Eternal to her vigil by the window.

  Chapter 44

  Dawn held its breath beneath the fading allure of the Eternal Moon. The black Mercedes searched for new victims. Jacques kept an eye out for a concealed driveway to the isolated farmhouse but it was difficult without headlights.

  Lucien pointed to a roof reflecting his silver mistress.

  Jacques put the engine into neutral and switched it off, coasting along the bumpy driveway to the large farmhouse, now devoid of any illumination. The Mercedes silently pulled up close to the front door.

  Lucien glared at the farmhouse and blew out his cheeks. He shuddered with the blood fire boiling through his veins. He was cutting it fine.

  Jacques groaned in the throes of withdrawal. “Do you suppose Annette is here?”

  Lucien gave him a withering look. “It’s her father’s home ... where else would she be?” He looked at his wristwatch and grunted – just past three. Lucien was about to get out.

  Jacques nodded towards Francois and Monique. “What about them?”

  “Do I care?” Lucien was exasperated.

  “What if they wake up while we’re in the house?”