Strange - Eight Unusual Sensual Tales

by Silver Lake

  “Lying bitch,” Orin replied without any trace of malice.

  “I’m sorry my liege,” Zana said, keeping her voice calm. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “That’s a pretty ring you’ve got on liar,” Orin said. “A very beautiful ruby.”

  He knew. It was the only explanation to the things he was saying. He was playing with her, extending her torment for his own pleasure. Most likely guards were about to storm the quarters and drag her to the torture pits. She’d failed, and now she was going to die for it.

  Zana felt a cold chill of realisation. They’d interrogate her, try and prise out as much information about the Brethren as they could. She wouldn’t tell them anything, she’d been conditioned to withstand torture, but they weren’t going to get the satisfaction. She’d die here and now. She looked down at the still prone Orin, and prepared to strike. He’d probably smash her down with his psychic abilities, but she didn’t care. She’d rather die quick then have it turned in to a long, drawn-out process. She might even get lucky, and kill him before he would raise his defences.

  Suddenly, as if sensing her thoughts, Orin shifted on to his back, exposing himself to her in all his sinister glory. His cock was rock hard. Her eyes were drawn to it, and wet heat gathered between her legs.

  A cocky smile crossed his angular face, and amusement danced in his cold, ancient eyes. “It seems I need some assistance, Kanyu, if you’d be so kind.”

  Despite herself, Zana lent forward and took his meat at the base with her hand. He let out a throaty moan as her tongue slowly licked his slit. Pearl white pre-cum welled from it, and she savoured his taste.

  “Suck me,” he whispered. “Suck me my beautiful concubine.”

  She couldn’t resist. Her lips wrapped round his perfect dick and his rich taste filled her mouth. He was different from a human, different from other vampires even. She couldn’t quite explain it, but he was something else, beyond her experience. His hand stroked her hair, and she pushed him down on it. She took his willingly, sucking eagerly and feeling a sense of satisfaction from the noises of obvious pleasure she was provoking in him.

  “My balls,” he said hotly, “lick my balls.”

  Almost reluctantly, she released his dick and moved her head down to his tight sac. His balls tasted of silk as she ran her tongue along them. She took one tightly in her mouth and sucked it hard, making him writhe and moan even louder.

  “That’s it, suck the other one.”

  She obliged willingly, taking his other silky ball in her mouth. Bizarrely, the fear of her impeding death had faded away, giving over to the rush of sexual lust. He aroused powerful emotions in her she couldn’t quite explain. She wanted to explore and worship his body, clutch him tightly to her and be enveloped by the dark power he radiated. He stroked her hair again, caressing it softly and making her tingle all over. Such tenderness was unique in a vampire, and she ached to receive more of his attentions.

  “I think you should get undressed, my little liar,” he said in a dreamy voice.

  Again hints that she had been uncovered. But he didn’t do anything to harm her. He didn’t seem bothered she had come to kill him. The thought made her stomach tighten with rage, but her desire hadn’t dimmed. In fact, she had become even more aroused. Other questions gathered at the edge of her mind. Had she been betrayed? Was there a leak in the Brethren High Command? He had to have found out about the plot somehow. She needed to find out, but the feral heat of lust consumed her logical mind.

  Keeping eye contact with Orin, she walked to the foot of the bed. Very slowly, she began to undo her dress. The vampire watched her through hooded eyes, exuding the menace and danger of a mighty cobra. He fondled his large dick as she undressed.

  Her cocktail dress slid off her body like water, pooling round her ankles. She was naked underneath, and goose-bumps pebbled her skin as he looked her over. He grinned, showing her his fangs and his eyes lingered over her ample breasts. Unbidden, she ran her hands along the curves of her sleek body, squeezing her breasts seductively. The vampire pumped at his meat, obviously relishing the show she was putting on for her.

  Her face heated, and she moved her hands lower to caress her ripening cunt. She played with the outer lips, making a noise at the back of her throat as pleasure spiked through her. Orin stared intently at her then winked out of existence.

  Startled, Zana stopped stroking herself and looked around in confusion. A warm, powerful presence gathered behind her. “Go and lie on the bed,” Orin’s hungry voice whispered in her ear. “Face down.”

  Trembling, Zana obeyed. She hadn’t been aware of Orin’s ability to phase-shift, but she told herself she shouldn’t be surprised. At this point she believed Orin was capable of anything. The soft embrace of the sheets was a calming balm and she waited to see what he would do next. Perhaps he would kill her there and then, but she felt no fear at such a prospect. In her heart she knew she’d failed. She wasn’t going to kill him and if by some miracle she survived the encounter, she couldn’t return to the Brethren in failure. It didn’t matter now what happened to her.

  She sensed Orin standing over her, and then cold drops of oil splashed on to her skin. She shuddered as his long fingered hands slowly rubbed the oil in to her body. He moved along her shoulders and neck, dissolving the bastions of tension that dominated that area. She closed her eyes, given herself over to healing relaxation of his fingers.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sounding as if he genuinely meant it. “You’re my beautiful sweet assassin.”

  “You know,” Zana replied in a sleepy voice. She flitted on the edge of consciousness. The world around her became indistinct and dreamlike. He’s done something to do, an inner voice not yet subsumed told her urgently. The bastard’s got you under some kind of control! She tried to resist it, but found she couldn’t. She didn’t want to resist she realised. The vampire had beaten her.

  “I course I know,” he replied, his gorgeous voice laced with scorn. “Did you think it would be that easy? No one sets foot in my private quarters. I’ve waited a long time for you Zana.”

  She nuzzled her face in to the sheets. His hands still caressed her body, easing away all her emotional pain and anger. She wanted to slip into deep, endless sleep. “Who betrayed me?” she murmured.

  “Nobody. You don’t have to worry about a traitor,” he replied. “I’ve been watching your career for some time now, ever since you assassinated my wife-mother the Dowager Empress.”

  “You want your revenge,” Zana said without feeling. “I don’t regret anything I’ve done. Your kind deserve to die.”

  “Oh I wholeheartedly agree with you,” Orin said cheerfully. His hands squeezed and fondled her toes, and Zana felt the build-up of orgasm. She failed to suppress a moan and her hips swayed against the silk.

  “Vampires are the supreme parasite,” the vampire went on, seemingly oblivious to the intense pleasure he was provoking in Zana’s body. “We destroy everything in our path. We will grind down and eventually wipe out the human race, and then we will turn on ourselves. It will be a truly beautiful slaughter. I hope I will still be in existence when it comes about.”

  “What are you going to do with me?” Zana’s voice was a throaty gasp. She couldn’t fight the heat raging through her blood. What had the bastard done to her?

  “Turn over,” he ordered.

  Zana obeyed, unable to resist. Orin ran his hands along her legs, and his fingers danced along her aching labia. She moaned as he played with her outer and inner lips, his touch as gentle and as sensitive as silk.

  “Before you were sent up here,” Orin said conversationally as he fondled her, “dicorum hormones were pumped in to the room. You’re currently under their influence, hence your lack of resistance and heightened arousal. I’m sorry to use such underhanded tactics, but it was the only way I could be sure you wouldn’t keep trying to kill me. That can be quite annoying on a first date, don’t you think?”

  “Y
ou’re a bastard,” she replied without feeling.

  He spread her legs, and dipped his head between them. His tongue eased in to her cunt, stimulating the strawberry bright swelling of her clit. He pleasured her with languid licks, alternating with quick hard sucks that drove her in to a wild frenzy.

  “Oh God, no!” she moaned. “Stop it!”

  As he sucked at her clit, his long fingers eased in to her vagina, exploring its inner, more sensitive walls. “You don’t want me to stop, do you Zana,” his seductive voice purred. “You’ve wanted this for a long time.”

  He crooked his fingers and began to massage the rough patch of her G-spot. She buckled beneath his touch, unable to resist. “Why all this effort?” she gasped. “I don’t understand. I’m an assassin intent on killing you, and you want to fuck me.”

  Still caressing her G-spot, he looked up and stared in to her eyes. “You intrigue me. I see your hate for my kind and it excites me. I’m so monstrously bored. With you as a consort, I might find some interest in existence again.”

  Her G-spot swelled beneath his attentions, and she felt the oncoming rush of orgasm. She wanted him to stop, wanted her body to stop responding this way, but it was too late. She couldn’t deny him any longer.

  “I hate you!” she yelled, her voice a feral snarl. He chuckled softly as she writhed and bucked, surrendering to the inevitable tide of her climax. She gasped hard, trying to catch her breath. Orin took hold of her wrists and yanked her off the bed like she was a ragdoll.

  “My sweet, beautiful Zana,” he crooned. “I will share the gift of blood with you, and we will share oblivion together.”

  She couldn’t understand what he was babbling about. He was insane. He sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her on to his lap. His perfectly formed dick slipped in to her wet cunt and she clawed his shoulder as her vaginal muscles tightened round him like a glove.

  “Ah yes, my love,” he hissed as he started pushing in to her. “My beautiful little assassin.”

  She clung to his firm body, riding him with a sudden frantic energy. His hands reached round and clutched her hips, pushing her down further on to him. His tongue licked her neck and she winced as his sharp fangs touched her skin.

  “You’re better than I imagined,” he said. “My sweet succulent fuckmate. One bite and I will make you a vampire. You’d like that my love. It is beautifully perverse.”

  “Yes,” she murmured riding his slick cock. She wrapped her arms around him, her mouth biting at his ear as he thrust in to her aching cunt. “Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me, my love!”

  His fangs sank deeper in to her neck, but didn’t draw blood. A shiver of pure electricity ran along her spine and she came again, her body a quivering mass of putty within the vampire’s powerful body.

  “I anticipated this,” Drav’s calm measured tones filled her mind. “Just relax Zana, I’m taking over for just a moment.”

  Her eyes widened as she remembered the neural ghost, an emergency back-up mechanism buried at the back of her brain. If she should become incapacitated, the ghost kicked in, taking over her body to finish the task at hand. As she watched, her hands moved of their own volition, the one opening the ruby compartment of the ring on her other finger.

  Orin was thrusting hard now, spearing her sweating body. He clutched her tight, and she sensed he was close to coming. With almost glacial calmness she poured the light blue dust inside the ring in to her palm and managed to smear it in to her fingers, despite the savage fucking she was receiving from Orin.

  “Ah yes,” he groaned. “Yes! I’m close!”

  She pushed away from him so she could face him. He grinned savagely as her dust covered fingers played with his lower lip. Without hesitation, he took two of them in to his mouth and sucked them hard. She pulled her hand free when he was done, and hugged him hard. He moaned again, and she felt his hot seed gush in to her.

  For a while they clung to each other then she slowly pulled herself off him. Waves of orgasm still tingled through her, but they were marred by a sense of foreboding. He watched her as she stood before him, and a strange look entered his eyes.

  “I’m not going to be your consort Orin,” she said, her mouth feeling very dry.

  “Yes,” the vampire said. “I know. Thank you.”

  His perfect body shimmered like a hologram and then cracks began to appear across his porcelain skin. The spectral dust really was working, she thought dully. Within a few moments he had disintegrated, leaving nothing behind but a fine white vapour.

  Mechanically, Zana began to get dressed, the memory of their lovemaking lingering in her mind. Part of her wanted Orin to have survived, at least in spirit form, but that was unlikely. Steeling herself against her conflicting emotions, she activated the signal for the waiting rescue ship and closed her eyes.

  Devoured

  Lori sat on the tree stump watching the dying sun slowly set over the lake. The winter chill bit at her legs and shoulders, but she ignored it. Lake Wilde was ravishingly beautiful at this time of year and she loved simply sitting here basking in the view, letting the lovely tranquility wash over her.

  The tramp of feet disturbed her reverie, and she turned as Bobby walked over to join her. “Christ!” he said, his breath freezing in the air. “It’s fucking cold out here. Come back in to the tent already.”

  “In a little while,” she replied. “I just want to finish watching the sunset first.”

  Bobby looked out at the lake, his arms folded. “Don’t know why we had to come all the way out here just to see some stupid sunset. It does the same thing in town.”

  Lori sighed, and kept her silence. He’d bitched and moaned all the way here, and her patience was starting to wear thin. She’d been looking forward to this for weeks now and there was a real danger he was going to spoil it all. Bobby could be such a selfish bastard sometimes. He knew full well that when she was little her and Dad would come camping here, and they would watch the sun going down over the lake.

  Lori had only been ten years old when her mother died. Lake Wilde had been her favorite spot too, and it had become a tradition for Lori and Dad to come here as a mark of respect. Now that she’d lost Dad to cancer, she wanted to carry on the yearly pilgrimage for both of them. She also hoped sharing the trip with Bobby would bring them closer together, but judging by the pissed-off look on his face, that was turning out to be a lost cause.

  To be fair, he’d been enthusiastic about it when she first brought up the camping trip. But she’d bribed him with sex, and now he was actually here, his support and encouragement had quickly petered away.

  “Why don’t you go fetch us both a beer,” she said. “That’ll drive the cold out.”

  “I know a better way to get warm,” he replied, giving her a dirty smile.

  She bit back her irritation. This was supposed to be a deep and meaningful moment. She found it very hard to open up with her feelings, but she really cared about Bobby enough to share with him the significance of coming to the lake. Deep down, she’d hoped he’d appreciate what it meant to her, that he would show a more caring, sensitive side, but it hadn’t surfaced so far.

  Don’t be so ungrateful girl, she told herself angrily. You’re really very lucky to have a guy like him. It went without saying, that Bobby was drop-dead gorgeous, with sultry dark looks and a hot, iron hard body. There was the added bonus that his parents were rich and he was captain of the college football team. It was openly acknowledged that he was the hottest guy on campus, and as a result, she was the envy of all the bitchy girls who were mean to her.

  This last point was a source of immense satisfaction for her. Though she was very pretty, with her curly, chestnut brown hair, petite elfin face and pert little body, she had been dismissed as one of the quiet nobodies not worthy to belong to the haughty cliques that dominated college life. Getting with Bobby however, had been a real game changer. She smiled thinking of all the sour faces when she'd started appearing on Bobby's arms at parties an
d games. But status and a cute body weren't enough to sustain a real relationship and she'd been wondering for a while why the spark just wasn't there between them.

  “Go get some beer,” Lori encouraged again. “I’ll come over to the tent in a little bit. I just need a moment alone.”

  “Come on,” Bobby wheedled. “I deserve some sugar for freezing my ass off out here.” He leaned forward and squeezed her left breast through the thick sweater. “Baby you got awesome tits, I wanna cum all over them.”

  Lori pushed his hand away. “Later babe, I want to watch the sunset.”

  “Fuck!” Bobby spat. “You’re such a frigid bitch!” His stale breath washed over her, already thick with beer. “You drag me all the way out here, and don’t put out! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Lori stiffened. Bobby sometimes had a tendency to get nasty when he’d had a couple of drinks inside him. She found it best to try and humor him in these tense situations. “There’s nothing wrong Bobby,” she said as gently as possible. “Go back to the tent. I’ll be with you in a bit.”

  “I want you now!” Bobby snarled. He grabbed at her arm and yanked her off the tree stump. “Come on, you want it to.”

  “Get off me!” Lori yelled, pulling away from him. Anger pumped through her. This was her special moment, and he’d spoiled it. She stormed away down the track that snaked off through the forest.

  “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” Bobby shouted after her.

  “I want to be alone, Bobby,” she called back.

  “Fucking crazy bitch,” she heard him call after her. “Go on, then. Get out of here.”

  “Don’t worry I will,” she retorted. She heard him let out a few more curse words before the trail cut sharply to the left and plunged deep in to the forest. She carried on down it, wanting to get as much distance between her and Bobby as possible. This was supposed to be a tender and deep experience, and he’d gone and screwed it up. He was such an insensitive jerk. That's what she got for thinking a dumb jock could be real boyfriend material. And the worst part was for all his hotness the sex was never even good. She faked it almost every time, not that he really cared. As soon as Bobby blew his wad he was happy and done, no matter how she was feeling.