Moonspawn

by Bruce McLachlan

  Croaking cries began to emerge again as the woman he had filled was torn through clusters of climax by her attending partner, carried through and then deserted, her body limp, twitching occasionally.

  A fist enclosed his shaft once more, the flesh wilting, sore from such prolific use. He tried to moan for them to stop, but the breasts filling his vision were effective gags and only garbled mumbles seeped through them.

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  The woman with the languid partner found new purpose, drawing the female from his rear, her hand leaving him. For a moment he thought he was going to be allowed rest, for he heard them kissing, their tongues rolling over each others’ bodies, exploring their partner with hunger.

  Then he felt one of them take hold of his shaft once more, squeezing the flaccid organ and starting a slow shuffle, her lips reaching in, lapping at it, tasting the women who had already attended it. Thanos tried to resist, but there was a more primordial mind at work within him, and against his wishes he was growing stiff yet again under her expert caresses.

  Rendered adequate for her needs she sat across him once more – hovering, pausing. The other woman replaced the hold, starting the masturbation, keeping Thanos erect as she set a squirming tongue lose in the hovering anus. With deep laps she lubricated the woman and then let her descend, steering Thanos into the puckered opening.

  The tight orifice rolled down his length and settled into position, the muscular ring giving soft grips before she started to ride him towards fulfilment. Again he tried to ask her to stop, but the pleasure of her, the feel of her tight rear dancing upon his length, was an ample compensation for the discomfort.

  The breasts in his face moved up, leaving him and presenting him once more with a pudenda to taste. As she settled into position Thanos attended his task with harried intensity, hoping to pleasure her enough to sate her. Had this woman already taken him? Was she back for more? He had lost track of who was who. Were these women even satiable? Would they continue to take him 240

  until he was screaming in agony from the effects of their chafing attention?

  The duration required to get him close to climax was lengthy, and served even further to contuse his penis, the skin raw, feeling like sandpaper with every shuffle.

  Howling into the woman atop him, he was brought to orgasm once more, the woman sighing with glee as she felt herself being injected with a paltry amount.

  With soft moans the female on his head started to mimic his peaks of rapture, shuddering, holding to his hair and grinding him deeper into her. Only once she was fully fulfilled did she lift herself away.

  He sobbed as his aching penis was deserted, the woman moving back into the arms of the other exhausted female, the two of them cuddling together, kissing gently.

  Thanos looked up and dropped back as he saw the last two returning onto him, their predatory gaze still very much in need of him.

  A mouth grabbed hold of his ailing member, her tongue an expert trickster, able to conjure forth erection even against the most stalwart defiance.

  His protests where hushed as soft pale cheeks were opened and a rear was placed across his mouth, his nose falling into the cleft of the female’s womb.

  With no choice left to him he started to force his tongue through the restricted hole, driving deep, the damp sex rocking upon his nose, trickles of juice spilling down his cheeks. Airing a dismal groan into the sphincter, he felt himself being guided into a damp womb, the female mounting her restrained partner and starting to extract her pleasure. She tweaked and twisted his nipples as she worked, rising until his tip almost fell free and then dropping to the root with increasing speed. Whimpering, 241

  she spent her time working him towards climax again, the pain in his length making him sob and shake. But still there was enough stimulation to facilitate her purpose.

  With a distressed squeal he felt himself come, the amount produced meagre when compared to the first doses he had distributed, his reservoirs drained.

  The woman continued until she had successfully pleasured herself, and with a slothful movement she entered the embraces of the other satisfied women.

  The vampiress on his face removed herself and shuffled back to his flushed and pulsating member. Taking hold of it she felt its strength ailing quickly, and with a swing she set her loins over his face.

  Looking into the crease of her rear, Thanos was forced into cunnilingus once more, his tongue aching, the muscles pulled from over use.

  A cool mouth enveloped him again, and with tears in his eyes he felt the fellatio commence. The women were expert in the carnal arts, and even in pain as he was, drained as he was, and exhausted as he was, there was to be no denying them.

  The woman worked tirelessly, being ferried into orgasm numerous times during her long toil upon his shaft.

  Finally though, Thanos stiffened and wailed, his penis feeling as though it were passing stones through it, the feeble spit from the tip swallowed in one go.

  The woman rolled aside to her fellows where she was welcomed into their close nest, leaving Thanos still stretched on the bed, drained of life and semen.

  Closing his eyes, he was wafting into sleep in seconds, the exhaustion of mind and body complete.

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  Chapter Sixteen

  Entering the vaulted halls once more, Kira beheld the queen dressed almost tokenly in a latex dress and thigh boots, her crown absent. The two attendants were gone, and there was no Thanos, a vacancy in his place making Kira a little forlorn, for she had wanted to see him again.

  Settled into the arms of her throne, the vampire queen watched them approach and nuzzle at the first step, Kira forming into a ball, Cassandra bowing deeply.

  ‘Arise, most trusted seneschal,’ she decreed after a short pause to remind Cassandra of her subservience.

  ‘You summoned me, your majesty,’ she replied, looking up at the aloof goddess. Kira kept her head low, watching the queen from under her brow.

  ‘Yes,’ she stated firmly. ‘You will take my pet and whatever other forces you require, and conduct the abduction of this Corin were-bitch that rampages on my city.’

  ‘Has your majesty considered that perhaps it would be wiser to simply slay this creature, for she would make an ideal scapegoat?’ offered Cassandra, her words strained, affected by the prospect of yet another distraction for the queen. Already Kira’s training had taken up much of her time, but it was time that would have been lost anyway because of the visiting dignitaries.

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  not be for Cassandra.

  The queen arose from her throne and started to descend the stairs with a majestic tread, retorting as she did so, the click of her heels echoing through the solemn hall.

  ‘I do not want the carnage wrought by my pet to be blamed on this female. I want the vampire houses, and every other quarter of power to suspect my involvement.

  I want them to be worried, to be unsure of my motives and my strength. Allocating blame for my rise back to power upon some independent lupine wastes what could otherwise be a substantial strength to my assets,’ she revealed calmly, detailing her reasons to her seneschal as her feet dropped onto the flagstones before Kira.

  From her humbled pose she stared at the midnight stems, fighting the urge to shuffle forward and lick them.

  The two most divine females she knew were here together, talking freely above their demeaned pet, and Kira started to curse the chastity belt once more for its impediment to her wishes.

  ‘But, your majesty, I—’ began the woman with protest, her hands shaking slightly, her body tense.

  ‘If this is too much a burden for you to handle, seneschal, I shall have to replace you with someone more able,’ warned the queen, looking upon the keeper of her house with firmness.

  Cassandra’s eyes were faced down to her owner’s boots, clearly af
raid that her queen would discover her true motives written in her countenance if she allowed herself to be scrutinised.

  ‘I am sorry, your majesty, I merely sought to advise you,’ she said dejectedly and softly, sagging with resignation.

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  made, seneschal,’ she decreed, the words causing Cassandra to shift for a moment as though she had thought of a new ploy.

  But she sank to her knees before the queen, humbled and full of sorrow, her latex-sheathed legs releasing soft squeaks against the stone. Looking up, Cassandra beheld the gaze of her owner.

  ‘Majesty, if I have offended, allow me to make amends,’

  she begged, her hands clasped across her latex shirt, squeezing the leash and the crop in the hope of being given permission. ‘Please, allow me to service you.’

  ‘An apology that would no doubt please you more than it would me, seneschal,’ accused the noble vampiress.

  ‘I seek only to serve you, majesty,’ rebuked Cassandra, lowering her head, foiled in her plot and infuriated by it.

  The queen, however, had clearly seen through the deception and was going to excite her slave’s frustrations as a lesson in etiquette.

  ‘Then maybe I should test your skill at training my property, and have this fine pup perform for me?’ she muttered, walking over to Kira and stroking her hood and ears, the touch making her wilt with longing. To bury her tongue in the queen, it was a glorious dream come true. She had done it before, during their night together when she still bore life, but now she could appreciate it even more, having thrived in her wondrous realm.

  ‘Please, your majesty, she is not ready, allow me to attend you,’ hissed Cassandra, while throwing a look of inveterate bitterness towards Kira.

  If the queen did indeed allow this cunnilingus, Kira would find herself agonisingly punished for it. If she disobeyed, then the queen would be furious with this 245

  disobedience, and Kira did not wish to risk ending up in the feed banks.

  ‘Maybe I should see for myself, seneschal,’ continued the queen, opening Kira’s mouth and pulling her tongue into view, examining the organ she was thinking of taking for a test drive.

  ‘As you wish, your majesty,’ murmured Cassandra, giving up, knowing the queen would do as she wished because she was the all-powerful ruler here, and while she bore authority, Cassandra was still a slave. With that fact stamped upon her, the queen desisted with pursuing the deception, releasing Kira and arising tall and proud, her legs filling Kira’s hungry gaze.

  ‘But no, I have details to clear up, and you have your own mission,’ she stated, and cupped Cassandra’s chin, running her fingers along the smooth jaw. ‘But you may lick my heels before you go, seneschal. And if you perform your task well, we shall see to a more substantial reward for your loyalty…

  ‘Sweet seneschal,’ added the queen with an appreciative smAile, and then released her hold, letting Cassandra wilt and lap with dedication upon the queen’s heels, her tongue spiralling around the daggers as she quivered with humbled delight.

  Kira was livid with envy, but knew she had been fortunate. Cassandra would still see to her needs of punishment and occasional release, but if she had taken this prize from her the vengeance would have been more than she could stand.

  Kira did not want to alienate the woman; she was too besotted with her. Of course she wanted to serve the queen, to adore her, but Cassandra was a far more devoted partner. The queen was frivolous, her enthusiasm for one 246

  subject waning easily as Thanos had discovered to his cost, and now he pined for what he could not have.

  Kira would prefer to evade that trap, to love and worship the seneschal for all time, and never know the agony of losing this most gorgeous and captivating of depraved deities.

  The dominance of these women was a powerful drug.

  The seneschal was more readily available, but the queen was far more potent a concoction and far more addictive.

  Yet the queen was a scarcer commodity, and to taste such highs would only spoil every other. Never would anything else come close to reaching such heights, and thus disappointment and longing would corrupt her life evermore, wishing for what she could not attain, and bored with what was on offer as inadequate compared to the peak she had acquired.

  Without further word, the queen turned and started to ascend the stairs, vanishing behind the throne as they awaited her departure. Once she was gone the seneschal cast Kira a threatening glare, and then drew her away with sharp tugs to her lead. Kira smiled to herself, satisfied with her lot. She had everything she could ever have wanted, and all the time in the creation to explore.

  With a cruel vampire mistress, an eternal goddess presiding over them, visiting creatures of strange and esoteric tastes, and a secret lupine lover, she wondered what else she would come to experience in this dark underground world.

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  Watch out for the superb sequel, Moonslave, to be soon released by Chimera, when the training of Kira, the enslavement of Corin, and the complex machinations of this occult realm continue...

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